Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Award

That man
(since we must call him something)
without children, wife or friends,
nor loving mother nor grandmother--
one day the Heavens graced him
with a powerful enemy.
Since then he's never been alone.
It's rumored he has secret dreams
and already has acquired a friend or two.

Poem by Reinaldo Arenas

Translated by Jaime Manrique
Published in The World Magazine