EL CORRELIMOS
Por la playa, como un trasgo o una guija en la resaca, tomando el pulso del mar, boya y boya el correlimos.
Ya se tensa ya se afloja ¡como rapaz sobre zancos! Bichos cavan y se ocultan cuando ven al correlimos.
Pareciera confundido si no apuntara su pico; que no vuela se dijera hasta que flecha una raya.
Pasara por caricato, pero espiando se abate, centinela entre la yerba de la que asoma un polluelo.
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THE SANDPIPER
Along the sea-edge, like a gnome Or rolling pebble in the foam, As though he timed the ocean's throbbing, Runs a piper, bobbing, bobbing.
Now he stiffens, now he wilts, Like a little boy on stilts! Creatures burrow, insects hide, When they see the piper glide.
You would think him out of joint, Till his bill begins to point. You would doubt if he could fly, Till his straightness arrows by.
You would take him for a clown, Till he peeps and flutters down, Vigilant among the grasses, Where a fledgling bobs and passes.
Witter Bynner
di-versión©ochoislas
