poems for a brown eyed girl

She saw him
standing
on the rocks
that connected
her land
with the water.

The wind blew
off the icy sea
and whipped
his brown face
until he looked
as if
he might
become a part
of the salt,
sand
and sea
that made up
the Arctic land.

The three shirts
and one coat
he owned
weren't enough
to protect him
from the cold,
and the skin
of his cheeks
and the water
in his eyes
froze
with the sunset.

"He looks
so small
against the sky
and the sea,"
she thought.
"He looks
so weak
against the rocks
and the ground."

Small,
weak things
struggled
to survive
around the Chukchi Sea,
she knew.

Her heart
was big
and strong
and warm,
and that
is what helped
her live
in this cold,
icy
place.

Her eyes
were brown
and kind,
and that
is what helped
her see
in this fierce,
white
land.

"I know
his heart
is big
and strong
and warm,
too,"
she thought
as she took
the lantern
out of the window
and headed
into the evening
to guide him
in.

Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2020


El viento sopló
fuera del mar helado
y batida
su cara morena
hasta que miró
como si
él podría
hazte parte
de la sal,
arenaElla lo vio
en pie
con hielo
que conectado
su tierra
con el agua.

 y mar
que compone
La tierra ártica.

Las tres camisas
y un abrigo
él era el dueño
no fueron suficientes
para protegerlo
del frío,
y la piel
de sus mejillas
y el agua
en sus ojos
congelado
con la puesta de sol.

"Mira
tan pequeño
contra el cielo
y el mar,"
pensó.
"Mira
tan debil
contra las rocas
y el suelo ".
Pequeña,
cosas débiles
luchado
para sobrevivir
alrededor del mar de Chukchi,
ella supo.

Su corazón
era grande
y fuerte
y cálido,
y eso
es lo que ayudó
su vida
en este frío,
glacial
lugar.

Sus ojos
eran marrones
y amable,
y eso
es lo que ayudó
ella ve
en esta fiera,
blanco
tierra.

"Lo sé
su corazón
es grande
y fuerte
y cálido,
también,"
pensó
como ella tomó
la linterna
fuera de la ventana
y se dirigió
en la noche
para guiarlo
en.

- Trevor Scott Barton, poemas para una niña de ojos marrones, 2020