Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 14, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Butterflies

by Jose Asuncion Silva (1865 – 1896).




In a fragile vase

In your chamber are

Preserved butterflies

That when touched by

A brilliant sun ray                              5

Turn to mother-of-pearl,

Pieces of iridescent

Evening sky

Or opaline glimmer

Of velvety wings;                            10

There the azure

Daughters of the air,

Mercurial wings

Now fixed forever,

Wings that traversed                     15

Unexplored valleys

That like the desires

Of your enamored soul

Seem, at dawn,

To be revived                                   20

When you unlatch

Your windows and sun

Explodes in your eyes

And in crystalline panes. 


(Translated by Margaret Sayers Peden)



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