the Jaguaresse,
shivers
golden lines
the net she lays about herself
entangles spots of dark
-seduces them
-to stick to her.
now, notice how she blends and blurs with all she lays beneath.
her golden slivers
appear as
dawn-light,
moon-reflect
between the leaves
(she shivers)
looking at her inverse sky
she is no thing of night
she reminds you dear
of a cloud filled day
of fecundity
...of birth
way up; atop
so-then-you-see
small-clouds-break-off
the good-night-queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem