Poesia kaiera
Urdea
Oi zu, hirugihar fabrika marroia,
bai gozo etzaten zarela,
egunero libra eta erdi irabaziz;
zeu, kiribildutako galtzerdi parea,
zeu, zakurraren lokamutsa,
zanpa-zanpa muturra
baina belarri-jario,
arrautzak bezain guri begiak;
urdea, kanoi bat bezain handi,
bai gozo etzaten zarela.
Buruko armairuan naiz etzaten
gauez neroni ere ohean,
eta kortako urdeak ditut zenbatzen:
pinttoak, zuriak, arrosak, beltzak, arreak...
Badoaz heriotzarantz pasabidean,
eta nire burua ere ber gisan,
bere heriotza ttipirantz.
[1976]
Hog
Oh you brown bacon machine, / how sweet you lie, / gaining a pound and a half a day, / you rolled-up pair of socks, / you dog’s nightmare, / your snout pushed in / but leaking out the ears, / your eyes as soft as eggs, / hog, big as a cannon, / how sweet you lie. // I lie in my bed at night / in the closet of my mind / and count hogs in a pen, / brown, spotted, white, pink, black, / moving on the shuttle toward death / just as my mind moves overfor its own little death.