Or Was It Nine

Or Was It Nine

Perhaps we had only seven nights
I don’t know
I didn’t count them
how would I have been able to
Perhaps no more than six
or was it nine?
I don’t know
but they’re treasured
as the longest love.
Perhaps
four or five nights like those
but precisely like those
perhaps
one could live on it
as a large love
all of one’s life

IDEA VILARIÑO, URUGUAY (1920–2009)
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley H. Barkan
de “Idea Vilariño, Poesía Completa”, Cal y Canto s.r.l., Montevideo, Uruguay