La vida

es una burla contínua

a nuestra ingenuidad.


REAP FRUIT, poem by Beatriz Iriart


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

Translation from Spanish by

Olga Y. Mancinelli