Monday, January 25, 2010

Every Tree in Its Shadow

Every tree in its shadow
shelters a different god.
In its uplifted solitude
it rocks him, whispers to him,
confides its secrets in him.

Every tree in its shadow
makes foliage from a faith
that wasn't born with him
and won't come to an end.

Every tree in its shadow feels
the depth of the immaterial
that men also feel
when they watch children from a distance.

And every once in a while,
when it clouds up, they learn
that a deeper and vaster shadow
shelters them, too,
and rocks them, and whispers to them
as it rains.

-- Francisco Segovia, translated by Don Share with Cesar Perez

Originally published in Connecting Lines: New Poetry from Mexico, ed. Forrest Gander, Sarabande Books, 2006; reprinted in Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, Drama, and Writing (11th edition) and Introduction to Poetry (13th edition), both Pearson/Longman, 2010.

1 comment:

Henry Gould said...

That's beautiful.

& it sort of rhymes with something I was thinking about, today...