[He noticed the calm clinging to shadows ...] Poem by Antonio Gamoneda

[He noticed the calm clinging to shadows ...]



He noticed the calm clinging to shadows, the circles where burnt flowers fell, the inclination of vines.

Some evenings, his incomprehensible hand pointed us to a nameless place, to the melancholy of abandoned tools.
Translated by Forrest Gander

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