Dulce María Loynaz: “My Dreams”

My Dreams

My dreams are starting to look like birds in a cage.
If I let them go, they either die or return.
I know that the great sky and the tiniest grain
are things we must earn, but the grain is too small
and the sky is too big, and wings, like feet, grow tired.

Dulce María Loynaz

Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2016
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