Yo quería
conocer cada hueso de tu columna, cada
poro de tu piel,
los zarcillos que formaba tu vello.
Dejar
que mi piel entera, mis manos,
mis tobillos, hombros, pechos,
hasta mi sombra,
quedaran impresos para siempre
con eso de vos que
para siempre me será desconocido.
Acunar tu sueño.
What She Could Not Tell Him
I wanted/ to know all the bones of your spine, all/ the pores of your skin,/ tendrils of body hair./ To let/ all of my skin, my hands,/ ankles, shoulders, breasts,/ even my shadow,/ be forever imprinted/ with whatever of you/ is forever unknown to me./ To cradle your sleep.
I wanted/ to know all the bones of your spine, all/ the pores of your skin,/ tendrils of body hair./ To let/ all of my skin, my hands,/ ankles, shoulders, breasts,/ even my shadow,/ be forever imprinted/ with whatever of you/ is forever unknown to me./ To cradle your sleep.
from "The Freeing of the Dust", 1975
