Like you I
love, love live, the sweet smell
of things, the sky-blue
landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known buds of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don't end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.
~ Roque DaltonTranslated by Jack Hirschman, published in Poetry Like Bread from Curbstone Press