Little Stones at My Window
by Mario Benedetti
translated by Charles Hatfield
Once in a while joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it’s waiting for me
but today I’m calm, I’d almost say even-tempered
I’m going to keep anxiety locked up and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news.
Who knows where I’ll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I’ll take not to follow it.
Don’t worry, I won’t gamble with an eviction
I won’t tattoo remembering with forgetting;
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths.
Don’t worry, I’m convinced
joy doesn’t need to throw any more little stones