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Abuela, Havana

 

Una Dama Decrépida

Queen yesterday, today, indigent.

flake yesterday, today ashes,

eyes that burned

in the welcome of love

that long-ago afternoon

like a blue-green spark.

for whom

--solely--could she be able

to move today, the wrecked

profile of a bird, already

unrecognizable?

Waiting on something

--on an immense meeting--

that simply may not be there.

Fina García Marruz. Habana Del Centro . Ed. Unión. Habana: 1997 (Trans. Gethin James)