#8 Tu Agonía

In episode 8 we read and translate Horacio Quiroga's poem "Tu Agonía." Original: http://www.poesi.as/hq01078.htm Translation: the afternoon was dying and your voice was a silk piano and your wet hand felt limp in mine. your fingers anointed me with something like forgiveness and you spoke and the gates closed behind us. the summer gasped and the daisies sighed and the afternoon died, bleeding out and into your temples and on those purple lakes I saw two swans heralding your agony.