By Jose Emilio Pacheco
Luz de domingo. Quietud
domestica. Trinos
entre la hiedra amarilla.
La tarde
se vuelve noche
en los fresnos.
La tempestad de la historia
por un minuto
acallada.
Baja del aire una paz
provisional
que agradezco.
Sunday Light
by Jose Emilio Pacheco
Sunday light. Domestic
quietude. Trills
amid the yellow ivy.
Afternoon
turns to night
in the ash trees.
For one moment
the tempest of history
is silenced.
Floating down from the air,
a moment's peace,
for which I give thanks.
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