Where even the shadow
has light,
there summer
is spoken.Where darkness
speaks you–
a word–
you still say light.Where the
body is,
you say convocation,
absolute sun.
–Andrés Sánchez Robyana, trans. J. Mayhew, in The Nation 295:16 (15.X.2012): 32.
Axé.
Great poet. Thanks for re-posting that.
–The Translator
The poem and the translation are both great.