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Spanish translation coming soon.

Revolution

Blas Falconer

2016

 

Plantain trees gather at the edge 

of the orchard, clamor for light

 

in the foreground. They seem to grow 

as one, as if they’d fill the field

 

and the mountains behind them, 

leaves large and frayed. We stood

 

there, once, or someplace like it, so 

here we are again, it seems,

 

years later, branches leaning over 

the road, you in your long skirt,

 

looking out as if to recall something 

you meant to do. My country, I hear

 

you say still. But if that’s dusk 

in the hills, you know what’s

 

coming to the field. You’ll stand 

among them till there’s nothing left

 

to see. I’ll wait beside you, though

I don’t know what we’re waiting for.

Derechos: Blas Falconer; Poetry Foundation