TAUBE

This dove does not know floods
It knows nothing of arks
Nor of stone altars and holocausts
This dove ignores the light’s devastation
The impossibility of the word
Signs written and erased by the wind
Steps lost in the sand
 
It knows the abundance of the day’s brightness
Frothy waves of the sea
That utter its name
When fresh breezes blow
Rain that empties crowded parks
The evening’s half-dark portals
 
This dove like the world
Emerges from the half-light
Dawn’s white cities rise
From the whiteness of its wings
 
It's been ages
Yet it has not missed land
Where it might rest from flight

THE TIME
Translated from the Spanish by Forrest Gander
 
Time is a relentless mirror
Everything taking place in its reflection:

The light, the water, and every thing
That comprises the infinite
  
Its voice the caw of a bird
At night the susurration of sea
Against the stones
 
Sunset against the window
All ending all returning to fullness