The current
Raymond Carver (1939-1988)
These fish have no eyes
these silver fish that come to me in dreams,
scattering their roe and milt
in the pockets of my brain.
But there's one that comes--
heavy, scarred, silent like the rest,
that simply holds against the current,
closing its dark mouth against
the current, closing and opening
as it holds to the current.
La corriente
Estos peces no tienen ojos
Estos peces plateados que vienen a mi en sueños,
y esparcen sus huevos y fluidos
por los rincones de mi mente.
Pero hay uno que viene...
duro, asustado, silencioso como el resto,
uno que tan sólo se mantiene a contracorriente,
Y cierra su oscura boca en contra
de la corriente, la abre y la cierra
mientras se ajusta a la corriente.
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