Return to a Place Lit by a Glass of Milk
by Charles Simic
Regreso a un lugar iluminado por un vaso de leche
Late at night our hands stop working.
They lie open with tracks of animals
Journeying across the fresh snow.
They need no one. Solitude surrounds them.
As they come closer, as they touch,
It is like two small streams
Which upon entering a wide river
Feel the pull of the distant sea.
The sea is a room far back in time
Lit by the headlights of a passing car.
A glass of milk glows on the table.
Only you can reach it for me now.
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