martes, 23 de diciembre de 2008

Kenneth Rexroth

The love poems of Marichiko


I sit at my desk.
Wath can I write to you?
Sick with love,
I long to see you in the flesh.
I can write only,
"I love you.I love you.I love you."
Love cuts through my heart
And tears my vitals.
Spasms of longing suffocate me
And will not stop.


Each morning, I
Wake alone, dreaming my
Arm is your sweet flesh
Pressing my lips.


Emiting a flood of light,
Flooded with light within,
Our love was dimmed by
Forces which came from without.


Did you take me because you loved me?
Did you take without love?
Or did you just take me
To experiment on my heart?

lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008

Este día no tiene nada de corriente

Rusa, extraño tus pechos haciendole honor a tu nombre, a tu lugar de origen.
Rusa, extraño tu lengua maternal, tu aliento a garbanzo.
Rusa, tu vientre congelado.