Rómulo Bustos (Colombia, 1954)

Rómulo Bustos

(Colombia, 1954)


We call it the neighing tree
Just touching it with your hand fills

the tree with neighing
So we gather under its branches and
dream of a horse
And this is our conjuration for the horse
our luxuriant angel who art in the tree
give us the finest of horses
the solid legs of the horse
the sweating rump of the horse
the impetuous wind of the horse
the invisible wings of the horse
the white marvel of the horse
And the angel that lived in the tree
would give it to us

Translated by Brett Alan Sanders.

Última actualización: 28/06/2018