Night, Original Work, Poetry

Alejandra Pizarnik – Night

Night

Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta!
Woven into the darkness coming toward me,
white powder, sweet water,
silken pink phosphorus, burnt.
Night creates truth,
thin veins, black and white,
that which was and is to become.

Translation: Original Bob
26 February 2018
27 February 2018 revision

Noche

Alejandra Pizarnik

Correr no sé donde
Aquí o allá
Singulares recodos desnudos
Basta correr!
Trenzas sujetas a mí anochecer
De caspa y agua colonia
Rosa quemada fósforo de seda
Creación sincera en surco capilar
La noche desanuda su bagaje
De blancos y negros
Tirar detener su devenir