Poem
Luis Eduardo Rendón
TO BOARD ANOTHER BOAT
I
Love: in amphibious prisons
I battled against succubi that supplanted your face by storm
on the murdered bed I blinded her vigilant eyes with alcohol ravished from the void
in the slime I was plotting new routes for the hare destiny
when a tsunami altered the axis of the world
just like you, who prefer to flood us demolishing persistent foundations
Who understands this without pain?
Yesterday they felled the trees of my house
and I read in silence about their death
that liberated mine from a swift death
No plumber would heal such inclemency!
Crying of the tulip that dares be born amid ruins
I floated in the vigil of the trees
capturing from an invisible bird the insomniac signal
II
Who fertilizes the surviving flowers from the last flood?
Who extracts a tortoise from each sudden fright
and cuts the tongue of the Hydra in his own mouth?
A spark preserved in the fennel stem
Who knows how to share it?
It flowers like the mother
dreamt by the son before being born
and is announced in the waving of the wheat
no one will govern the revealed salamander
fire devouring patents and armies of a shroud foreseen
© Translation: 2006, Nicolás Suescún
PARA SUBIR A OTRA BARCA
PARA SUBIR A OTRA BARCA
I
Amor: en prisiones anfibias
libré batallas contra súcubos que suplantaron tu rostro por asalto
en el lecho asesinado cegué sus ojos vigilantes con alcohol raptado a la nada
en el limo tracé arterias nuevas al destino liebre
cuando un tsunami alteró el eje del mundo
así como tú, que prefieres anegarnos demoliendo porfiados cimientos
¿Quién lo entiende sin dolor?
Ayer talaron los árboles de mi casa
y leí en el silencio de su muerte
que libraban a los míos de una muerte pronta
¡Ningún plomero sanaría semejante intemperie!
Llanto del tulipán que osa nacer entre ruinas
yo flotaba en el velorio de los árboles
captando de un ave invisible la señal insomne
II
¿Quién abona flores sobrevivientes al último diluvio?
¿Quién extrae una tortuga a cada sobresalto
y corta la lengua de Hidra en su boca propia?
Chispa preservada en tallo de hinojo
¿Quién sabe compartirla?
Florece sin por qué como la madre
que el hijo sueña antes de nacer
y se anuncia en la ondulación del trigo
nadie gobernará a las salamandras reveladas
fuego devorando patentes y ejércitos de mortaja prevista
© 2005, Luis Eduardo Rendón
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TO BOARD ANOTHER BOAT
I
Love: in amphibious prisons
I battled against succubi that supplanted your face by storm
on the murdered bed I blinded her vigilant eyes with alcohol ravished from the void
in the slime I was plotting new routes for the hare destiny
when a tsunami altered the axis of the world
just like you, who prefer to flood us demolishing persistent foundations
Who understands this without pain?
Yesterday they felled the trees of my house
and I read in silence about their death
that liberated mine from a swift death
No plumber would heal such inclemency!
Crying of the tulip that dares be born amid ruins
I floated in the vigil of the trees
capturing from an invisible bird the insomniac signal
II
Who fertilizes the surviving flowers from the last flood?
Who extracts a tortoise from each sudden fright
and cuts the tongue of the Hydra in his own mouth?
A spark preserved in the fennel stem
Who knows how to share it?
It flowers like the mother
dreamt by the son before being born
and is announced in the waving of the wheat
no one will govern the revealed salamander
fire devouring patents and armies of a shroud foreseen
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
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TO BOARD ANOTHER BOAT
I
Love: in amphibious prisons
I battled against succubi that supplanted your face by storm
on the murdered bed I blinded her vigilant eyes with alcohol ravished from the void
in the slime I was plotting new routes for the hare destiny
when a tsunami altered the axis of the world
just like you, who prefer to flood us demolishing persistent foundations
Who understands this without pain?
Yesterday they felled the trees of my house
and I read in silence about their death
that liberated mine from a swift death
No plumber would heal such inclemency!
Crying of the tulip that dares be born amid ruins
I floated in the vigil of the trees
capturing from an invisible bird the insomniac signal
II
Who fertilizes the surviving flowers from the last flood?
Who extracts a tortoise from each sudden fright
and cuts the tongue of the Hydra in his own mouth?
A spark preserved in the fennel stem
Who knows how to share it?
It flowers like the mother
dreamt by the son before being born
and is announced in the waving of the wheat
no one will govern the revealed salamander
fire devouring patents and armies of a shroud foreseen
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
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