The Defamation of the Evil
I forge the mystery
more than I worship it.
I make bricks for the house walls
the word I utter is set on the table
and served as food
When my burial time comes
they will notice a child in a deep slumber
unwilling to rouse from his sleep.
Only when all my kinsfolk have accomplished
their passage may the autumn start its rotting ways,
brightened and rootful.
Oh light, uprise and return home
oh eyes, may your anguish of being alive
In tranquility, more soundless than in all our lives
we shall awaken in a colour and that will be blue.
A Narrated Melody
The love which I felt for you those days
rendered me an almost handsome man.
My thoughts could encompass the horizon
and I even
handled my thoughts which reached the sun.
You were so slender, and your black mane
was fluttering over your shoulders.
When you spoke, your voice could kill spectres,
and my heartbeat would revolve around you
gravitating like a lingering planet…
when the blessed moment
has brought you on my path,
my sun is darkening,
and the vault displays its glossy stars,
so that my strenuous thoughts might grasp the stars !
My eyes would no longer shed tears
but eyes, −
my eye sockets would unceasingly give birth to eyes, −
to quieten dow, if only I could quieten down.
“Oh,” I screamed,
cease shedding arms !”
“Oh !” I screamed,
“my body, cease shedding bodies !”
“Oh,” I screamed,
“my life, cease shedding life !”
I overshadowed myself
yet under the shroud
there clutteringly rolled down
eyes, arms, bodies, my life.
The Dragonfly Eater
I eat dragonflies because they are green
and have black eyes,
because they have two pairs
of transparent wings
because they fly without a noise
because they have no idea who made them and why
they were created
because they are exquisite and suave,
because they have no idea why they are exquisite and suave ;
because they can’t speak and because
I am not certain they can’t speak
I eat dragonflies because I dislike
because they are poisonous and
because they sicken me.
I eat dragonflies because I can’t understand them,
I eat them because I am contemporary with them
I eat them because at first I tried to eat
my own hands
and they were infinitely more sickening,
I eat them because I tried
to eat my tongue
my own tongue of flesh
and to my apallment I noticed
it had shed its greenish,
far from me, for the sake of hunger.
English version by Gabriela PACHIA