ALONG GALEANA STREET

    ALONG GALEANA STREET

For Ramón Xirau

Hammers pound there above
pulverized voices
From the top of the afternoon
the builders come straight down

We're between blue and good evening
here begin vacant lots
A pale puddle suddenly blazes
the shade of the hummingbird ignites it

Reaching the first houses
the summer oxidizes
Someone has closed the door......someone
speaks with his shadow

It darkens......There's no one in the street now
not even this dog
scared to walk through it alone
One's afraid to close one's eyes


Octavio Paz
Translated by Elizabeth Bishop



   Vuelta (1969-1975)    
Original version

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