The Enormous Hand

Poem by Jorge de Lima
Inside the nighttime of the storm,
the mystery caravel goes there.
Time moves, and waters crest,
the wind weeps ugly loud.
The mystery caravel goes there.
Above this ship
what hand is that more huge
even than the sea?
Hand of the pilot?
Whose hand?
The caravel plunges,
the sea stands dark,
time moves.
Above this ship
the large hand
is bleeding.
The caravel goes there.
The sea spills,
land vanishes,
stars fall.
The caravel continues and
above this ship
the eternal hand
is there.

Translated by June Jordan
(Contributed by Rozita on Friday, February 18th, 2011)
 
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