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Hilando el copo del viento (Spinning the Puff of Wind)
The palm trees are spinning,
Spinning the puff of wind
To make a fine suit
For the January Bride's moon.
The palm trees are spinning,
Spinning the puff of wind
To knit some bootees
For the newborn morning stars.
The palm trees are spinning,
Spinning the puff of wind
For the white shroud
Of my dead dreams.
Juan Bautista Plaza : from Siete canciones venezolanas (1932)
Original Spanish poem by Venezuelan poet Luís Barrios Cruz (1898-1968)
--English version ©2011, by E. Lein