Plourà. L'àvia Muntala
desa el sol a l'armari
del mal temps, entre puntes
de mantellina fetes
per ditets de Sinera.
Algun ocell voldria
penetrar les difícils
presons de llum. Contemplo
serens xiprers a l'ample
jardí del meu silenci.
Passen dofins pels límits
d'aquesta mar antiga.
Salvador Espriu, Cementiri de Sinera
VIII
It will rain. Grandma Muntalaputs the sun away in the wardrobe of bad weather, among needle laces made by little fingers of Sinera. Some bird would like topenetrate the difficult prisons of light. I behold serene cypress trees in the widegarden of my silence. Dolphins pass by the limits of this old sea.
Salvador Espriu, Cementiri de Sinera