by Víctor Terán
my love was
like a kid breaking in
the year's new clothes.
I was a bell
joyfully coming and going
Now I am
like the virgin bride whose lover
like a sun finished burning
is scattered by the wind.
The literal translation of this poem was made by David Shook
The final translated version of the poem is by David Shook
This poem was first published in Oxford Magazine
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