Anunque el cuerpo se marchite
Hay un misterio que sobrepasa mi llanto y mi sobriedad.
¿Qué esconden las tinieblas? ¿Qué disrazan las sombras?
Cuando era niño lloraba
No entendia la noche
Que tiene un dulce aroma de tierra pisada por las pajaros,
Y ahora no entiendo la muerte,
Aunque sepa que es cuando la luz se abre en el infinito
Y los ojos dejan de llorar.
Although the body may fade
There is a mystery greater than my weeping and my sorrow.
What does darkness hide, what do shadows disguise?
When I was a boy I used to cry.
I did not understand night
With its sweet aroma of earth softly trodden by birds,
and now I do not understand death,
although I am aware that it is when light opens to infinity
and eyes cease weeping.
Here’s our review from Steve Pfarrer in Hampshire Life:
Look for more readings by this prolific group.
Joie us for the launch of Microbursts – the Quabbin Writer’s Salon’s Debut Anthology –
on Saturday, Dec. 9, 3:30 pm at White Square Books, 85 Cottage St., Easthampton, MA.
D. Dina Friedman
Jane McPhetres Johnson
Eileen P. Kennedy
The Quabbin Writers Salon of Western Massachusetts will read at the Great Falls Word Festival at 6:30 pm, Saturday, October 14 at the Harvest Restaurant in Turner’s Fall.
They are reading for the first time from their newly published Anthology, a collection of poetry and prose that explores nature, love and the labyrinths of lives fully lived. Members of the Quabbin Writer’s Group have published widely in literary magazines and books. but this is our first collaborative effort and include Epi Bohdi, D. Dina Friedman, Marianne Gambaro, Kathryn Holzman, Jane Johnson and Eileen P Kennedy. Join us for the reading and the rest of this wonderful festival, which will run October 12-15 in Turner’s Falls.