Pastoral

Here is the tiny shepherd,
much smaller than his flock,
watching, timid and careful,
the sunset in the field,
hugging the little lamb
like a brother his own size.

His eyes are, in the silence,
more than a shepherd´s — a saint´s.

The blue and green horizon
is turning violet and red,
and all the clouds disappear,
and a star comes on
— take away that boy
who is leading his flock.

Translated by John Nist
(Contributed by Rozita on Friday, February 18th, 2011)
 
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