La vida

es una burla continua

a nuestra ingenuidad.

B.I.


THE ORCHARD, poem by Beatriz Iriart





To Raul Zeleniuk's memory







 


At the orchard
Have bloomed seven 
Of your "incipient ladies of the night"
Seven were their screams
Seven are the memories
Seven your deaths
And your "incipient ladies of the night"
Bring seven lives
When the sun goes down,
And I
Await.




© Beatriz Iriart
Translation from Spanish by 
Olga Y. Mancinelli






Obra:  Susy Dembo