I had forgotten you,
sky, and you were nothing
more than a vague existence of light,
even without name,
by my weary, lazy eyes.
And you would appear, among the idle
discouraged words of the traveler,
like a series of tiny lagoons
seen in a watery landscape of dreams . . .

Today I gazed at you slowly,
and you are rising as high as your name.

translated by Dennis Maloney & Clark Zlotchew