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Manuel Forcano, from Six Catalan Poets

Tard

Sovint arribem tard als records
i descobrim inconnexos per la memòria
besos com esqueixos de geranis vermells
que hem oblidat plantar.

De res serveix aleshores
refer el gest d’unes mans que hem estimat:
la desmemòria és un calaix obert
ple de guants desparionats.

Late

We often come to recollections late,
and discover, disconnected by memory,
kisses like cuttings of red geraniums
we forgot to plant.

It's no use then
to recreate that gesture made by hands we loved:
forgetfulness is an open trunk
full of gloves, all odd.