Sunday Morning Poetry

Like You

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, 

love, 

little things

landscape and bread, 

the poetry of everyone. 

~ Roque Dalton

Translated by Jack Hirschman, published in Poetry Like Bread from Curbstone Press