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Coll d’Eres

Miquel Desclot

El bosc m’aguaita.
Tot són fresses furtives
en jo endinsar-m’hi.
Camino com un lladre
que s’estimés la casa.


Miquel Desclot

from Poesies / Poems (Artilletres, 2001)

translation from Poesies / Poems (Artilletres, 2001)

Reproduced by permission of the authors.

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Coll d’Eres

Translator: Anna Crowe


The wood watches me.
And it’s all furtive rustlings
as I crawl into it.
I creep along like a thief
who loves the house he is burgling.

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Miquel Desclotb.1952

Miquel Desclot was born in Barcelona, and taught at universities in Barcelona and Durham (England) for nearly twenty years before devoting himself full-time to writing. He has written more than forty books for children, as well as collections of...
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