I blindfolded the trees
With a green scarf
And asked the trees to catch me.
And the trees caught me forthwith
With an outburst of laughing leaves.
I blindfolded the birds
With a scarf of clouds
And asked the birds to catch me.
And the birds caught me
With their song.
I blindfolded my sorrow
With a smile,
And the following day my sorrow caught me
Deep in some love of mine.
I blindfolded the sun
With my own nights
And told the sun to catch me.
“It’s plain you’re over there,” said the sun,
“Behind your time,
Stop hiding from the truth.”
“Stop hiding from the truth,”
Told me all those things
And all those feelings
I’d vainly attempted
Each eveningI summon up all the availableChairs in the neighbourhoodAnd read out my verses to them. The chairs reveal themselvesMost receptive at poetry,If you are keen on setting them up. That’s whyI become deeply moved,And for several hoursI find myself narratingHow exquisitely my soul has withered awayDuring its diurnal courses. All our gatheringsAbide by solemnity,Without supererogatoryFits of frenzy. In the last analysis,It means that each of usHas done a thing of consequence,So we are allowed to pursueOur diverging views.
We sometimes draw inspiration from nature
While our muse is combing her hair
We’ve made love poems for too long,
Lying next to nature,
Like the coffee lying next to the sugar,
Like the sleep lying next to the dream –
That’s how I feel when sleeping
With you on my mind.
If it were on Mars – or the red planet –
Not to be confused with the month of March –
So let me say it again, in March,
If only this corner of the garden
Were high up in the sky –
The scientists would give outbursts of enthusiasm.
At least this hedge
On which there has spread
A cobweb, captivating
Tens of dew beads, the very way
My verse captures tens, hundreds, thousands,
Of reflections from your eyes
Making them shine for everyone in sight…
English version by Gabriela PACHIA