Elegy

It is good that it rains when you are sleeping,
while the men pass by but don't know it's your street.

You, who ignore everything, tell me why it is night.
I know how to close a book, and to wake up with rain.

Sometimes, your look has a September ending.
You, who watch the clouds, how slow the roots...

Today, with the fall of the leaves, a nest fell, too:
Now I know the wind passes with its eyes closed.

But it is sad to be alone, watching the seagulls,
and the sand ages when it is wrinkled with the sea.

Ah, girl, the sunrise should learn with your eyes.
And yet, one day, no one will know you have died

Elegy * written by jose angel buesa
translation from Spanish
by Stanley Gemmell