Depart



                   The boat moved away
                    Over concave waves

Of what throat without feathers
                                                   sprouted song

                    A cloud of smoke and a handkerchief
                    Fought against the wind

The solstice flowers
Flourished in the void

And in vain we have cried
                                           without being able to gather them

                     The last verse will never be sung

Lifting a child up to the wind
A woman said goodbye from the beach

     ALL THE SWALLOWS HAVE BROKEN THEIR WINGS



Vicente Huidobro