No. 10 - 11


Elena Lafert  

Translated from the Spanish by the author and Melina Draper  



From the indolence of my bones
   at sea level,   
I would know nothing of mountain zest,
of the scintillating air when the crow laughs,
of the visions that inhabit the desert.

I never would have glimpsed
the messages written in stone,
nor have known the agility, delicious,
created in lesser gravity,
in lighter air.





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