Sonnet XXV

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, amongObjects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’, Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, … Read more

The People

I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely on foothe outstrippeddistances,and carried no sword or armour,only nets on his shoulder,axe or hammer or spade,never fighting the rest of his species:his exploits were with water and earth,with wheat so that it turned into bread,with … Read more

Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie housesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of feltsteering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs.The only thing I want is to lie still … Read more

Sonnet LXXIII: Maybe you’ll remember

Maybe you’ll remember that razor-faced man who slipped out from the dark like a blade and – before we realized – knew what was there: he saw the smoke and concluded fire. The pallid woman with black hair rose like a fish from the abyss, and the two of them built up a contraption, armed … Read more

The Portrait In The Rock

Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was tired – in Paraguay he left his father and mother,his sons, his nephews,his latest in-laws,his house, his chickens,and some half-opened books.They called him to the door.When he opened it, the police took him,and they beat … Read more

Walking Around (Original Spanish)

(Original Spanish; can someone provide the title?) Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cinesmarchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltroNavegando en un agua de origen y ceniza. El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos.Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana,sólo quiero … Read more

Sonnet LXXXI

And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.The night turns on its invisible wheels,and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,we will go together, over the waters of time.No one … Read more

Sonnet XXXIV

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is quick as the soil.Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth. Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;you … Read more