This issue of London Grip features new poems by Amado Storni. English version by GW and MBB.
IF YOU WERE HERE
IF you were here
the spinning world would overtake my loneliness
and Love would cease to be a wingless bird
I’d have to teach to fly again each day.
If you were here
my dreams of you would sleep beside you;
desire would cease to be a bricked-up window
overlooking kisses I still owe you.
My futures would not be unfinished pasts
and my lips, unfaithful through your absence,
would learn to say “I need you”once again.
If I’d not met you,
how fruitless would my life have been
how barren might my soul have stayed?
the spinning world would overtake my loneliness
and Love would cease to be a wingless bird
I’d have to teach to fly again each day.
If you were here
my dreams of you would sleep beside you;
desire would cease to be a bricked-up window
overlooking kisses I still owe you.
My futures would not be unfinished pasts
and my lips, unfaithful through your absence,
would learn to say “I need you”once again.
If I’d not met you,
how fruitless would my life have been
how barren might my soul have stayed?
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