Then the rain came; crystal bullets penetrating dry clay;
Rattling fragile rooftops pouring out a noisy silence.
Among the grass a puppy bleeds;
Crying out to his mother; he screams
His pleading voice drowned by the noisy silence
As he lies there dying.
Young squirrels and rabbits struck with fear,
Seek refuge between some trees motionless,
As though guarding the black silence that surrounds
And threatens to engulf all who listen.
The rain surges and rumbles;
With every fiery strike and thunder clap
The earth shakes and trembles
The trees sway and murmur, rooted in their anger,
With leave-like hands slapping furiously at the wind;
And wrestling against the beating of the rain
Which seems to fall forever.
Mute birds tired of repeating yesterday's terror, huddle together in the recess of their corners;
Heads turned from the world facing each other.
Fishes float up-turned in a small pool in the hollows
There emerges a faint mist tracing its way upwards,
To caress the chipped feet of a martyr
Whose main achievement; was to die too soon.
The darkness forms fully
The long black night begins
Still, by the lake a young girl waits,
Hunch under a wrecked shed
Watching with horror, the violent down pouring,
And listening to the silences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! I liked the feel of the extremes A+++