Dificultades de la traducción (Edgar Bayley)

Dificultades de la traducción (Edgar Bayley)

más allá de vegetaciones
y palabras
mi solo argumento es este árbol
bajo su sombra
estoy conmigo

el follaje
el fulgor
se han conmovido
y no pueden traducirse

así somos nosotros
árbol tierra
ida vuelta
contigo estoy
es mi argumento
no puede traducirse

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