04. La nit i el dia

Night And Day

Let us sink into the deep
waters of sleep to bargain with the fish
of memory
               at the least possible
distance,
            not because abyssal voices
respond,
           just the movement
of the black water, sumptuous, rich
of who knows which secrets.
                                        Strange nights…
Dawns afterwards:
                          the knife of the day
cleaves the shutters, penetrates, smooth,
a thin stream of light,
                              whiter than white
sheets flutter, while big birds
alight on haystacks scorching of yellow,
                                                       the roaring
brook plunges down the fall that
gobbles it.
              Wheat fields reach out
to the horizon line.
                          Horses break away.

(Traducció de Salvador Pila)