Jordi Sarsanedas
Translated from the Catalan by Stanley Moss
It neighs through small farms and hills.
September is the name of this horse.
See its eye
clear the sharp horizon,
ripen the mountains.
Its hair scatters sun-pollen
over red clay.
 
September is the name of this horse.
Up to the main square through the streets,
were today a holiday (it is not),
the people of the neighborhood would see it pass,
jobs know suddenly they become trees
in the peace of a high garden.
 
On balconies the palms of last Easter
are suddenly disheveled and silent clouds go galloping by.
Gallant crops of summer,
trail feathers
and Finch and Partridge,
a full flock of leaves
sweep the skin of the road,
whose cat jumps to a roof
and claws the shadows of leaves.
 
The sun whinnies.
The little horse
merry-go-round,
blond and black and round,
up and down,
down you come
one after one.
 
September,
now the night the most secret of lights.
The gust of grey sea on the window,
The gust of forests in the town.
Scandinavian long ships haul golden leaves 
they will pulp to save and praise 
their tree gods in winter.
from the journal PN REVIEW 
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Jordi Sarsanedas (1924 - 2006) was a Catalan poet, devout Catholic, anti-fascist, French academy chair during Franco days, and later cultural minister of Catalonia, and dean of the Catalan Institute of Letters. His collected poems is "Cor Meu, el Món (My Heart, the World)". He ran an anti-fascist literary underground "Review" in Franco days. At a convention in Paris in 1953, Franco exhibited his "Review." Notoriously, in my 96 years, I’ve known sweet, wise, great poets of 26 nations, none sweeter, wiser or kinder than Jordi Sarsanedas i Vives. 

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