.
Like musical instruments
Abandoned in a field
The parts of your feelings
Are starting to know a quiet
The pure conversion of your
Life into art seems destined
Never to occur
You don't mind
You feel spiritual and alert
As the air must feel
Turning into sky aloft and blue
You feel like
You'll never feel like touching anything or anyone
Again
And then you do
Como instrumentos musicales
abandonados en el campo
las partes de tu sentimiento
se disponen a conocer una quietud
la pura conversión de tu
vida en arte parece destinada
a no suceder nunca
no te importa
te sientes espiritual y alerta
como debe sentirse el aire
al girar en el cielo azul
sientes que
nunca podrás tocar algo o a alguien
de nuevo
y entonces lo haces
Abandoned in a field
The parts of your feelings
Are starting to know a quiet
The pure conversion of your
Life into art seems destined
Never to occur
You don't mind
You feel spiritual and alert
As the air must feel
Turning into sky aloft and blue
You feel like
You'll never feel like touching anything or anyone
Again
And then you do
abandonados en el campo
las partes de tu sentimiento
se disponen a conocer una quietud
la pura conversión de tu
vida en arte parece destinada
a no suceder nunca
no te importa
te sientes espiritual y alerta
como debe sentirse el aire
al girar en el cielo azul
sientes que
nunca podrás tocar algo o a alguien
de nuevo
y entonces lo haces
Poem ("Like musical instruments..."): Tom Clark, 1966
Poema ("Como instrumentos musicales..."): Spanish translation by Jordi Doce, 2008
Sky above Dunbar Harbour: photo by Flexdream, 2004
Sky with puffy clouds: photo by imageman, 2006
Blue sky with cumulus congestus: photo by Krzysztof, 2006