Pintatzen

James McCorkle

elurmarra zikinek

zirauten bakarrik.

hau ez dun guretzat soilik

artagabekeriaz begiratua baizik.

nigarrez ari haiz?

edo beharbada beldurrez

loa amaitzeko dela

eta gu bakarrik egonen

itaundu gabe.

"arratsa" gogoratzen zinagu

barne gu bakarrik hartuko bagintu

bezala,

urruntasunaren lerro ezarria

jarraiki ahal batitz bezala

edo ustekabeko gela batetan sartu ahal bagintez bezala

kolorezkoa pentze urperatu baten antzo

errekagune leitu batekin.

hesi baten atzean

forsythien loratzea.

laster jinen haiz.

Painting

only dirty bands of snow

remain.

this is not private

but seen with neglect.

do you weep?

or perhaps fear

that sleep will cease

and we will be alone

without asking.

we remember "evening"

as though it could enclose

only us,

as though the given line

of distante could be followed

or we could enter a sudden room

of color like a pasture flooded

with icy runoff.

beyond a fence

forsythias bloom.

soon you will return.