La Rioja Baja, the First Sight (bilingual)

Tempranillo vines, Rioja

Stomach twists, clenches at first sight.
Brimming tears mist the eyes.
Distant haze blurring yielding curves
both protecting from view
that disturbing awful beauty.
Which grabs and tears apart
splintering emotions.
Seeming to pass on
its own gaping sundered pains.
Cracked open. baked dry.
Seeping from its wounds
yielding with its blood the raw harvest.
A solace of healing.
shrouded in the noise of subdued silence.

El estómago se aprieta de golpe
a la primera vista.
Las lágrimas aflorando que nublan los ojos.
La bruma distante oscurece las curvas nacientes.
Protegiendo ambas de la vista,
Este terrible belleza perturbadora,
Que arrebata y arranca.
Haciendo astillas de las emociones.
Parece que transfere sus propias brechas,
Haciendo añicos los dolores.
Agrietada, abierta, seca, tierra
rezumando sus heridas,
que rinden con su sangre la cosecha cruda.
Un consuelo de alivio,
cubierto en el ruido del silencio conquistado.

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5 Responses to La Rioja Baja, the First Sight (bilingual)

  1. One of your best poems! Such strong diction, juxtaposition and imagery we can taste!

  2. fraserpat says:

    Not my favourite of your works JT, but that is possibly down to never having experienced the sight and smell emanating from a vineyard.

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