Roberto Juarroz: Tenth.72
Silence falls from the trees
like white fruit,
ripened beneath the skin of another light
Silence gradually piles up on the ground
and ends erasing the road.
Silence erases all the roads,
as night does, or snow.
That's how beginning and end disappear,
departure and arrival,
that are mixed up in a single stain.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.