THAWING- 1989

A propòsit del desgel que sempre ve rere l'hivern i que obri el cor a la vida, vos deixe aquí una traducció meua de Maria-Mercè Marçal del llibre 'Desglaç' (1989):

UNTITLED POEM

  

I love you when I know you naked like a little girl,

like an open hand, like a high and tender call

that beckons me from a naked branch,

like a fish that forgets the fish hooks.

Like a terrified fish with a fish hook in its mouth.

Like an axe in the eyes of the mutilated child

in dreams, in flesh. Like blood that runs.

Naked like blood.

I love you when I know you naked like a knife,

like a vivid and offered leaf, like a thunderclap

that burns it, blind. Like the grass, like the rain.

Like my shadow, naked behind the frozen mirror.

As naked as a breast stuck to my lips.

Like the open lip of a toothless old man

Facing death. Like the disarmed

And open hour of thawing.

                       

                       Maria-Mercè Marçal (from the book 'Desglaç' (Thawing), published in 1989)