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MYSTIC<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The air is a mill of hooks \u2014<\/em><\/p>\n Questions without answer, <\/em><\/p>\n Glittering and drunk as flies<\/em><\/p>\n Whose kiss stings unbearably <\/em><\/p>\n In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n I remember<\/em><\/p>\n The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, <\/em><\/p>\n The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. <\/em><\/p>\n Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?<\/em><\/p>\n Once has been seized up<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Without a part left over, <\/em><\/p>\n Not a toe, not a finger, and used, <\/em><\/p>\n Used utterly, in the sun\u2019s conflagrations, the stains <\/em><\/p>\n That lengthen from ancient cathedrals<\/em><\/p>\n What is the remedy?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The pill of the Communion tablet, <\/em><\/p>\n The walkingbeside still water? Memory? <\/em><\/p>\n Or picking up the bright pieces<\/em><\/p>\n Of Christ in the faces of rodents, <\/em><\/p>\n The tame flower-nibblers, the ones<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Whose hopes are so low they are comfortable \u2014<\/em><\/p>\n The humpback in her small, washed cottage<\/em><\/p>\n Under the spokes of the clematis. <\/em><\/p>\n Is there no great love, only tenderness?<\/em><\/p>\n Does the sea<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Remember the walker upon it?<\/em><\/p>\n Meaning leaks from the molecules. <\/em><\/p>\n The chimneys of the city breathe, the window sweats, <\/em><\/p>\n The children leap in their cots. <\/em><\/p>\n The sun blooms, it is a geranium. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The heart has not stopped. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n M\u00cdSTICO<\/p>\n <\/p>\n El aire es un mill\u00f3n de signos de interrogaci\u00f3n \u2014<\/p>\n preguntas sin respuesta, deslumbrantes y borrachas como moscas<\/p>\n con besos que aguijonean insoportablemente<\/p>\n los podridos \u00fateros de brisa negra bajo los pinos en verano.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Recuerdo<\/p>\n el ag\u00f3nico aliento del sol sobre los camarotes de madera,<\/p>\n la rigidez de las velas, grandes s\u00e1banas saladas al viento.<\/p>\n Una vez has visto a Dios, \u00bfqu\u00e9 hacer?<\/p>\n Una vez se ha adue\u00f1ado de ti<\/p>\n <\/p>\n sin que nada quede, ni una parte,<\/p>\n ni el dedo de un pie o de una mano, y eres utilizado,<\/p>\n utilizado hasta el fin, en la conflagraci\u00f3n solar, los estigmas<\/p>\n que se propagan desde las viejas catedrales<\/p>\n \u00bfqu\u00e9 hacer?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00bfLa experiencia de la sagrada hostia,<\/p>\n el paseo a la orilla de las aguas tranquilas? \u00bfUn recuerdo?<\/p>\n O vislumbrar pedazos de Cristo<\/p>\n llenos de vida en los rostros de los roedores,<\/p>\n los d\u00f3ciles mordisqueadores de flores, aquellos<\/p>\n <\/p>\n cuyas esperanzas son tan humildes que viven felices \u2014<\/p>\n el jorobado en su peque\u00f1a y pulcra granja<\/p>\n bajo los rebrotes de las clem\u00e1tides.<\/p>\n \u00bfNo existe el gran amor, \u00fanicamente la ternura?<\/p>\n \u00bfRecuerda<\/p>\n <\/p>\n el mar a quien camina sobre \u00e9l?<\/p>\n Intencionadas ausencias en las mol\u00e9culas.<\/p>\n Respiran las chimeneas de la ciudad, transpiran las ventanas,<\/p>\n los cr\u00edos brincan en sus cunas.<\/p>\n El sol florece, es un geranio.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n El coraz\u00f3n no se ha detenido.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sylvia Plath<\/strong><\/p>\n (Traducci\u00f3n: Manuel Ramos Chouza<\/strong>)<\/p>\n \u00c1rboles en invierno (Winter Trees)<\/em><\/p>\n Ediciones Hiperi\u00f3n – poes\u00eda Hiperi\u00f3n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" MYSTIC \u00a0 The air is a mill of hooks \u2014 Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. \u00a0 I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. 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