The Lonely Stations - by David Lethei

THE LONELY STATIONS

The lonely stations

are devoted women

waiting in the middle of the fields

with a done supper.

The lonely stations

that for their lovers still holds

with the same love and the patience

that water to the dry land restores.

Their elderly bodies

full with nostalgia of beautiful ages

when pleased they received

to the upcoming and always going crowds,

when they cleaned the foreheads

of the exhausted trains

and moisturized their borders

and polished their wheels.

The lonely stations

are lonely women

that remained beholding

while is all gone

that restrained their tears

to remain excels

and became bastions

of the glory of the past.

The lonely stations

those that for always have waited

await and shall wait

abandoned by the railway

with that taste on their mouths.

The lonely stations

are cracked women

torn by the sun

and by the unstoppable passing of time

silenced by the night

stared by the moon

full of spider webs, holes and memories

of pristine child smiles.

The lonely stations

neither name now they have

only past times

are their taciturn selves,

only muteness

only melancholia

even hope leaves them

neither death visits them.

(incluído en / included in "...después de ahora..." -poemario / poems)

Photo by Carlos  Hernández