Bowl Poem by Jaume Subirana

Bowl



Empty, for winter is harsh,
it searches while it waits
for grape seeds, the light
of cherries.
At this moment the background
smell is cold,
like a fearful heart.
But beating.

Translated by Anna Crowe

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Jaume Subirana

Jaume Subirana

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