SOCIETY-Latino and Hispanic Writers

By S. Daydi-Tolson

 

Nuestras vidas son los ríos

--The Poet said--

Que van a dar en la mar. . .

rivers that rush into the sea,

the dark wine-colored vastness

of the never-ending sea

que es el morir.

Life is a flow,

the rivulet of water

down the softest hill,

the stream

under the cypress trees,

the thundering of falls,

the violet meander

into the setting sun.

Waters to the waters

In relentless runs

reaching for each other,

Searching the togetherness

of everlasting bliss—Flood!

Flow in the flow

of days,

dewdrops, the drip

inside the well,

the pendulous tear, hourglass,

the kissing of the sand

by waves and waves

of an incessant tide,

infinite dominion of the surging sea.

Nuestras vidas son los ríos…

Yes, like a river is life,

--the Poet says--

our lives

Que van a dar en la mar,

That ever-waiting sea, the tide of death:

Life cries istself into the silent brine

Que es el morir.