Wasp on Water

by Coral Bracho

The water surface holds, tense,
for a wasp;
this path is a delta, always moving,
like time, that touch
on the deep quietness
in a brief moment.

Brief, this floating-
time; brief
its spinning journey
in ever-coiling labyrinths,
seething uncertainties, flames,
and transparent

The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll

The final translated version of the poem is by Katherine Pierpoint


From La voluntad del ámbar (1998).


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