Full woman, flesh-apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, mud and light in masquerade, what secret clarity opens through your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, with drowning air and storms of flour; love is a clash of lightnings, two bodies subdued by one honey. Kiss by kiss I travel your little infinity, your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages; and a genital fire--transformed, delicious-- slips through the narrow roadways of the blood till it pours itself, quick, like a night carnation, till it is: and is nothing, in shadow, and a flimmer of light. |
--Taken from 100 Love Sonnets (Cien Sonetos de Amor)
--Translated by Stephen Tapscott
Last updated: March 28th,
2001
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