Orange Tree

A bit sad, filled with desire and sorrow, different reality for sure………

Song of the Barren Orange Tree

Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?

The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.

I want to live without seeing myself,
and I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.

Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
*

(translated by W.S. Merwin)

Source: poetryfoundation.org.

And here is the original:

CANCIÓN DEL NARANJO SECO – CANCIONES PARA TERMINAR (Canciones 1921-1924)
(A Carmen Morales)

Leñador.
Córtame la sombra.
Líbrame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas.

¿Por qué nací entre espejos?
El día me da vueltas.
Y la noche me copia
en todas sus estrellas.

Quiero vivir sin verme.
Y hormigas y vilanos,
soñaré que son mis
hojas y mis pájaros.

Leñador.
Córtame la sombra.
Líbrame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas.

Source of the Featured Image: Wikipedia.

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