Names
Your name is wet leaf, lonely apartment night, vicissitude.
bell, softness and lust, innocence, smoothness of the skin,
full moon, crisis,
oh my cave, my ring of Saturn, my thousand-petalled lotus,
Euphrates and Tigris, sea urchin, garland, Janus, vessel, turtledove,
S. and clover,
oviparous,
grapes, fleece and petrification;
you could be called …
but your name is
bed, sink, toothpaste, coffee, first cigarette,
then taxi sun, acacia tree, your name is also acacia and six pee em
-em- or half past six or seven, beer and Shakespeare
and again you are called wet leaf, lonely apartment night
day after day,
yes, you have so many names
and I cannot call you,
everything absurd as the loveless morning that the bathroom mirrors
gather and protect,
all so hopelessly unapproachable,
all such a lost cause.
Rafael Cadenas,Falsas maniobras, 1966
transl. b.p.r.
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