REAP FRUIT
I give to you
My true sunflowers
You give me
A song
With your killing hands
Both of us create
The cruel and devastating
melody
Of a premature exile.
© Beatriz Iriart
THE ORCHARD
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
INSOMNIA
I am a wandering
nightmare
An aborted dream
A day break blues
A foreseen
mourning
On the frozen
nights of
The incoming
Autumn
© Beatriz Iriart
I
WAS IN AUSCHWITZ
To the memory of Primo Levi
(1919-1987)
January 27th, 2006
I
was in Auschwitz.
From bitterness
Pain and terror
I bore children
Barefoot I
walked through mud
And harvested
flowers fields
Just like the
fresh seeds
Of our flocks.
Today 61 years
after
The camp
liberation:
I am a shadow
A faceless woman
Desolation and
hunger.
I...
Was in Auschwitz.
© Beatriz Iriart
Translation from Spanish by
Olga Y. Mancinelli
Obra: Luisa Richter
