The Secret Sharer

neruda I

My translation of a poem from 'Las Piedras del Cielo' because I didn't like the translation I read:

II.

Quartz opens its eyes in the snow
And covers itself in thorns,
Sliding in the whiteness,
Its whiteness:
It makes mirrors,
Retracting in layers and facets:
It is the white thistle
Of the depths,
The son of the salt that climbs to the sky,
The orange blossom frozen
From silence,
The cannon of foam:
The transparency that was given me
By virtue of the arrogance of Earth.

Not saying that mine is fantastic, but less wordy than the original one. I'm thinking of doing more from this compelling book of poetry... Would love any comments on it if anyone is familiar with the original.....

posted by moor-rambler @ 5:58 AM