,y yo veo a quienes cantan América
I trimmed the leaves,
I cut the grass,
set the table, and cooked dinner.
But now I am one more in the kitchen
who is waiting to eat; waiting
a long time to be served. Suddenly,
I’m told to go because the table is full.
So I go back outside into the twilight.
Tomorrow I will greet the sun and ask him why;
today I do not cry, but I don’t sing.