Daily Poem: Men in the City ~ Alfonsina Storni
Men in the City
~ Alfonsina Storni
Translated from the Spanish by Rachel Benson
The woods of the horizon
are on fire;
eluding flames,
the swift blue bucks
of twilight
cross.
Little golden goats
migrate toward
the vault
and recline
on the blue moss.
Below,
the city
rises up,
a cement rose,
motionless on its stem
of dark cellars.
Its black pistils –
towers, cupolas –
emerge,
waiting for lunar
pollen.
Suffocated
by the flames of the fire
and lost
among the petals of the rose,
almost invisible
crossing back and forth
the men . . .
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