Comes the river under the rain
passes among trees
each drop opens it
beautiful lightning
points out the course of its waters
its immensity is intimate
heavily it moves
toward the city
end goes on without leaving
it alone is divine
Aridjis, Homero. “Comes the River under the Rain.” Trans. W. S. Merwin. Los espacios azules: Blue Spaces. Ed. Kenneth Rexroth. New York: The Seabury Press, 1974. p. 65.
