Estenies la roba al terrat
Joan Salvat-Papasseit
Joan Salvat-Papasseit
You were hanging clothes out on the terrace,
your shapely arms were dripping;
at your feet the trickles spread,
each pearl stretching a path along the tiles.
And the chill trailed along your neck and breast
speeding your chore:
whenever the sun broke clear,
you relished its warm surge.
SALVAT-PAPASSEIT, Joan. “The Aging Mariner”, “You Were Hanging Clothes Out on the Terrace”, “His Words to Her”. . Metamorphoses: Special Catalan Issue, vol. 5 núm. 2 Amherst: University of Massachusetts, (1997), pàg. 95-97.
Traduït per Ronald Puppo
