The migrant
El migrante
Eduardo Mitre
I am one of so many, and in dreams
still see myself climbing up and down
knolls, hills, mountains,
passing through expanses unknown,
crossing rivers, lakes,
with water up to my neck
and my son, just a baby,
raised up in my hands,
and my wife behind me, poor thing,
aiding her mother,
as we’re besieged by hunger, thirst,
and the fear of being spotted
by border agents and their dogs,
and after this ordeal
the panic of being returned
to the fucking motherland.
Translated by Gabriel Mitre
*Foto de Kenrick Mills en Unsplash
Eduardo Mitre (Oruro, Bolivia, 1943) is the author of Morada, Mirabilia, Desde tu cuerpo, Razón ardiente, Ferviente humo, Elegía a una muchacha and Líneas de otoño.
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