The Water Mirror



My mirror, flowing through nights,
Forms a stream and moves away from my home.

My mirror, deeper than the earth
Where all the swans have drowned.

In a green pond at the city wall
Your anchored nakedness sleeps.

Over its waves, under sleepwalking skies,
My reveries distance themselves like boats.

On foot in the stern you will always see me singing.
A secret rose swells up in my chest
And a drunken nightingale flaps its wings on my finger.


Vicente Huidobro