by Oscar Martínez
Brief is your zenithal light
of those desires unfulfilled,
and stanzas rich with
your blood sleet, dusky lady.
Upon your whim my burning
caress, your Earth I touch
and all that comes from me,
salted by your black tears.
about you the argument in this heat,
sweat upon sweat,
sigh, because you are mine.
They come to you to gather
their weighted kisses upon
your perennial bronzed skin,
and contagious sun body, Berenice.
Author's Note: Translation to English by Mike McConnell, from "Poema Solar, Berenice". Y claro! gracias tambien a Ale Dotb, por todo de cuanto su intermediación dejó aqui.
Posted on 07/03/2004
Copyright © 2023 Oscar Martínez
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/03/04 at 08:49 AM|
Fantastic. I thank Mike for this, and yourself. It's so interesting and valuable to have the poem, of this calibre, in both languages.
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/03/04 at 08:53 AM|
donde podemos ver Poema Solar, Berenice, por favor?
|Posted by JD Clay on 09/25/04 at 08:59 PM|
Quemar la poesía, Oscar. El corazón habla con un estallo magnífico y el fervor apasionado.