Perhaps It Was the Guitar

                                                                              Juan Antonio Ibañez

   for Francisco Manuel Díaz

   guitarrero señor:


It was the guitar.

Made with the rhythm of the sky.

The murmur of the cypress,

                                        gave it voice

a sacred branch that,

                                        without being it,

guards a great mystery.


How can the word

born of an instrument

speak sentiments?


The guitar disappeared

and silence fell.

––––Translation by Jeffrey Johnson

Tokyo Poetry Journal

Tokyo Poetry Journal
c/o Jeffrey Johnson
English Department, Daito Bunka University
Iwadono 560 Higashimatsuyama-shi
Saitama-ken 355-8501 Japan

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