Large, Calm Eyes Poem by Francisco Urondo

Going forth, the mud comes up to our hips, calming
some uncertainties, giving rise to others. We move
around new pools.

No one returns; now is the moment for love. Desire
is a smooth-spreading wave, on shore, with a firm hand,
behind the reeds, before the sun.

The wild birds will take flight, the islands will defeat words:
sacred silence over the earth.

Then we will go towards the fire.

translated from the Spanish by Julia Leverone