Poetry
SWINGS

SWINGS

COLUMPIOS

EDUARDO MITRE

Fearful that the last sunbeams
will leave
and they will be alone again
……………………………………….they keep
scratching the twilight
swinging higher and higher
together
in the same bear of joy
……………………………………….look at them!
waltzing among the trees
of Brooklyn
………………………………in Underwood Park
and over there
……………………………….in the Highlines
……………………………………….on the shore of the Lake
with shoes
…………………take in
…………………………….or barefoot
………….the swings:
viewpoints flying
slow and tender with  the cheeks
inclined by the melancholy

Soon we will have to go down
one by one
but they will keep going
…………………………………..mornings and evenings
scarcely  a few hands
start
……….waking them up
……………………………….softly

Translated  by MARTA  LÓPEZ-LUACES

Cover image: Swing © Dean Cerrati

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