Your body has
a completeness, a softness
meant for me { … }
Pablo Neruda – Don’t Leave Me
Don't leave me, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I, I’ll be waiting for you, like at the station
when the trains are parked somewhere else
{ … }
Ingeborg Bachman: In the Storm of Roses
In the storm of roses,
no matter where we turn,
night illumined by thorns,
{ … }
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet XVII
I love you, not as if you were a crystal rose or topaz,
or carnations darting from the fire:
I love you as some veiled things are loved,
secretly, in the shadows of the soul.
{ … }
Ingeborg Bachmann: Every Day
War no longer declared,
only continued. The extraordinary
becomes the everyday.
{ … }
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet LXVI
I do not love you yet because I do love you I waver between loving and not loving you, Between waiting and not waiting for you. My heart swings between hot and cold. { … }
Alejandra Pizarnik: Night
Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta! { … }
Alejandra Pizarnik: Nocturne
The woman who died from her blue dress is singing
Drunk on death, she sings to the sun of her intoxication.
Within her song is a blue dress,
a white horse and a green heart
tattooed with the echoes of the heartbeats of her dead heart.
{ … }
Alejandra Pizarnik: Daughter of the Wind
They have come.
Defiling blood.
Smelling of feathers,
of loss,
of tears. { … }