For Margarita and her harp: twin harps.
Who plays the harp of the rain?
My heart, sprinkled, stops to listen
to the water's music.
It stands, listening,
above the chalice of a rose.
What fingers move
over the trembling strings of the rain?
What phantom hand flings
drops of music into the air?
The heart, spellbound, listens:
The rose bends slowly under the rain.
Dulce María Loynaz de Castillo
Translation by Judith Kerman