First Voices
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The Brightest Star
The moon, a stooped mother, asked her son: “I don’t know where your father is. Take a message to him for me.”
The son left in search of the most intense of all fires.
He didn’t find him at midday, when the sun drinks wine and dances with women to the sound of kettledrums. He looked for him beyond the horizons and in the country of the dead.
In none of its four houses was there the sun of the Tarasco people.
The Brightest Star continued his pursuit of his father throughout the sky. He always arrived too early or too late.
Translation ©2023. Terence Clarke. All rights reserved.
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