Thread in a Spider's Web
by Coral Bracho
A stream magnetized by the breeze and the light,
a copper elapsing is the thread that flows
in the spider's web. Silver pools change/shift
from some leaves to others, from some traces/footprints
to others on the soft earth. I see you cross
between two lines. I love him,
I say.
Between two branches of chance
the stream flows,
its thread enchanted by the sea of the light,
by the liquid
of its current. It is the water that intoxicates/makes drunk
the dusk. It is the fire that flows
unceasingly towards the east. Beneath its solar
needle/point
I think of you.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll
The final translated version of the poem is by Katherine Pierpoint
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2012
YANIRA says:
it is such a beautiful poem and i like the title of it too cause it just wasnt to make u read it it just grabs your attention
Heather says:
This is such a beautiful poem. I recently took a photograph that I am now convinced was made to accompany this poem. I've featured them together on my blog:
wanderandscrawl.wordpress.com/.../held-in-the-suns-fine-balance/