Selected Poems of Juan Gelman
translated by Hardie St. Martin
when you went past my window may
with autumn on your back
and flashed signals with the light
of the last leaves
what was your message may?
why were you sad or in your sadness gentle?
i never found out but there was always
one man alone in the street among autumn’s golds
well i was the boy
at the window may
shielding my eyes
when you went past
and come to think of it
i must have been the man