When I Arrived the Place Was

When I arrived the place was
Filled with dust. No signature
Of grass. Not
A single blade. A few grey trees
Stood here, there, shrouded
In sackcloth and dust. In my dream I saw
The rivers of my youth, the nights of my forests. Nowadays
Everything is green. In my dream I see
Filled with dust.

Translation notes

The poem is untitled, so we used its first line in our final version.


1 James Fullam

heartbreaking and very sensitive

2 Armando


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