Song Poem by Reva Kern

It rains in this poem
Eduardo Carranza.

It rains. The afternoon is
A leaf of fog.It rains.
The afternoon is wet
From your very sadness.
At times the air comes
With your song.At times
I feel my soul tighten
Against your absent voice.

It rains.I am thinking
In you.I am dreaming.
No one will come this afternoon
To heal my pain.
No one.Only your absence
Hurts me in the hours.
Tomorrow your presence
Will return in the rose.

I believe the rain falls
Never like the fruits.
The little girl like the fruits
Pleasant like a holiday.
Today is getting dark.
Your name in my poem.

At times the water comes
Look at the window
And you are not
At times I feel you close.

Humbly you return
Your sad farewell.
Humbly and all
Humble:the jasmines
The rosebushes of the garden.

And my weeping declines
Oh, absent heart:
How grand it is to be humble.

This is a translation of the poem Canción by Gabriel García Márquez