Suppose the air said to itself one day
was it your fault that it rained?
Where are you, my friend
you don’t even sigh as you leave
with wounds and shadows of your heroes
what nobody knows:
when wind still dreamed of hair to comb
your heart was its home
fire was snow
Wind, I invite you to rest
don’t be scared
(c) Mary Tang 2015
In memory of Mark Strand (1934-2014),
translator of The Owl’s Insomnia, poems of Rafael Alberti (1902-1999),
from which I extracted lines to compose this poem.