ITHACA

ITHACA

to Germain Droogenbroodt

The sun of Ithaca
shines on me
artificially,
from another galaxy.

Perhaps it is
a white circle
surrounded by light.

Perhaps from the ghosts
of the night
one stole
his soul.

And… the gods,
unknowingly,
made of dawn
a paradise.

INÉS BLANCO – LUNA DE ABRIL (Bogotá- Colombia)
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley H. Barkan