Poesia ao entardecer

[“March Song”]

Snow knucklesmelted to pearls
of black water
Face like a landslide ofstars
in the dark

Icicles plunging to waken the grave
Treeberries purple and bitten
by birds

Curves of horizonsqueezeon the sky
Telephone wires glide
down the moon

Outlines of space later
pieces of land
with names likeBeirut
where the game is to tear
up the whole Hemisphere

into pieces of children
and patches of sand

Asleep on a pillow the two
of us whisper we know
aboutapples and hot bread
and honey

Hunting for safety and eager for peace
we follow the leaders who chew up
the land
with names like Beirut
where the game is to tear
up the whole Hemisphere
into pieces of children
and patches of sand

I’m standing in place
I’m holding your hand
and pieces of children
on patches of sand

June Jordan