I often passed by the St. Paul Cathedral:
Passing by in a car; Perhaps Ive passed it a million times, Ive never counted, it always swells
My heart. I pass it so fast (nowadays, or so it seems) Its hard to make it out; but no need to, I
Know it by heart,
I want to get out of the car and go up to it:
It rests on a summit (the highest point in St. Paul, I do believe), to what, Im not sure,
It seldom changes its composure.
A passing glimpse is all I getmy eyes are not
As quick, or swift as they used to be Getting old.
When I was young: to walk in those great halls
Of hers, or under her great domewalk Around those monstrous pillars: often crossed
My mindand one day I did, and I seemed So very small, listening to my echo return!
In autumn, its copper dome looks bluish, with
Autumn colors of: red, orange, green and blue (around it): most beautiful. Leaves brushed across
Its encircling streets and lawns, by the Minnesota winds.
They put on brown copper to its dome, a new Roof, they call it; about five years ago, that no one
On earth likesheaven I doubt will even Glance at it now.
Its a shame, the young folks will only have Pictures to look at how it used to be, until that is,
Until the copper molds with age again.
#1229 2/21/06
In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza
De paso por la Catedral
A menudo yo pasaba delante de la Catedral de Saint Pal: Pasaba delante, en carro; Talvez yo he pasado esto un milln de veces, Jams lo cont, esto siempre hinchaba
Mi corazn. Yo paso esto tan rpido (hoy en da, o as parece) Es difcil entender; pero no hace falta, yo
Lo conozco de memoria..,
Yo quiero bajarme del carro y acercarme a ello:
Esto descansa en una cumbre (el punto ms alto En Saint. Pal, yo creo), a lo que, yo no estoy seguro, Esto raras veces cambia su compostura.
Un fugaz vistazo de paso es todo lo que consigo-. Mi ojo no esta
Tan veloz, o ligero como acostumbraba a estar- Volvindose viejo.
Cuando yo fui joven: caminar en los grandes pasillos
De ella, o debajo de su gran cpula caminar Alrededor de esos pilares monstruosos: a menudo se cruzaron
Por mi mente- y un da lo hice, y me pareci Tan pequeo, escuchando el eco- regresar
En otoo, su Cpula de cobre parece azulado, con
Colores otoales: rojo, naranja, verde y azul (Alrededor de esta); mas hermosa. Las hojas barridas a travs
De sus calles y cspedes rodeados, por los Vientos de Minnesota..
Ellos lo ponen en copas marrones para su cpula, un nuevo Techo, lo llaman ellos; hace cerca de cinco aos, que nadie
Sobre la tierra como- cielo yo dudo echaran una mirada De reojo a esto ahora.
Esto es una vergenza. Los muchachos jvenes solos tendrn Fotos para mirar como solia ser, hasta que eso, Hasta que el cobre moldee con los aos otra vez.
#12 29 2/21/06
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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