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Delmira Agustini "Your mouth

Your mouth

I had a divine work on the Growing
Pride Rock. From a distance, some bright petal
flew me in the morning,
Some kiss at night. Tough like crazy

was still rock my divine work,
When your voice, like a bell
sacred celestial note in human tremor,
held out his gold loop on the edge of your mouth,

- Wonder nest of vertigo, your mouth!
Two rose petals fastened to an abyss ... -
Labor, labor of glory, painful and frivolous;
Web
where my spirit was weaving herself!
You come to the arrogant head of the rock,
And I fall without end in the bloody abyss!


Your mouth

I Was at my divine work, upon the rock
Swelling with Pride. From a distance,
At dawn, Some bright petal came to me,
Some kiss in the night. Upon the rock,

Tenacious a madwoman, I clung to my work.
When your voice, like a sacred bell,
A celestial note with a human tremor,
Stretched its golden lasso from the edge of your mouth;

—Marvelous nest of vertigo, your mouth!
Two rose petals fastened to an abyss...—
Labor, labor of glory, painful and frivolous;

Fabric where my spirit went weaving herself!
You come to the arrogant head of the rock,
And I fall, without end, into the bloody abyss!

Translated by Valerie Martínez