10
CESAR A. VALLEJO
Your body is the foaming scrap
of a rosy Jordan;
and it waves like a beatific lake
that would put to shame the evil viper!
of a rosy Jordan;
and it waves like a beatific lake
that would put to shame the evil viper!
Your arms make one thirst for the infinite,
with their chaste Hesperides of light,
as two white redemptive paths,
two dying cries from one cross.
And they’re manifested in the unvanquished blood
of my blue impossibility!
with their chaste Hesperides of light,
as two white redemptive paths,
two dying cries from one cross.
And they’re manifested in the unvanquished blood
of my blue impossibility!
Your feet are two heraldic larks
eternally arriving from my yesterday!
Regal Beauty! Your feet are the two tears
that I choked back when falling from the Spirit,
on a Palm Sunday when I entered the world,
already forever far from Bethlehem.
eternally arriving from my yesterday!
Regal Beauty! Your feet are the two tears
that I choked back when falling from the Spirit,
on a Palm Sunday when I entered the world,
already forever far from Bethlehem.
