NOCTURNAL LANDSCAPE
The moon, mysterious, pilgrim,
between shadow and twilight shines;
pale trembles on the dark mountain
and white light scatters on the hill.
In the deep valleys it illuminates
nascent flower, green leaf, hard rock;
and angels fly through the pure aura
and to the soul there was a divine vision.
Our earthly souls their restless
worries with the moon satisfy,
and are they guided by the attraction of the planets?
Ah, crazy dreams that are born in the mind,
countries that poets imagine,
lost moons that lie in their twilight!
Guillermo Matta
Translation by www.poesi.as