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Delmira Agustini-Al-

By Moonlight

The moon is pale and sad, the moon is lifeless and cold.
The gentle crescent profile figúraseme dead ...
that I prefer the more expensive flagship pale
Of all the Arab pearls, rose newly opened

In a corner of land with the colors of life,
I love this pale moon, I adore this dead!
And at the altar of the night lit up like a flower, Inebriated
of strange perfumes, incenses rendered my soul.

withered lips I know the blasphemy and wine
they kiss after an orgy in his footsteps in the road dying Locos
kissing her image in lakes stiff ...
Because she is the light of innocence, because that light Shining
mysterious white things, things turn white,
And even the blackest souls become uncertainly bright


In the light of the moon

The moon is pallid and sad, the moon is bloodless and cold.
I imagine the half-moon as a profile of the dead ...
And Beyond The renown and Praise Of Arab pearls
pallor, I prefer the rose in Recent bud.

In a corner of this land with the colors of earth,
I adore this pale moon, I adore this death mask!
And at the altar of the night, like a flower inflamed,
Inebriated by strange perfumes, my soul resigns.

I know of lips withered with blasphemy and wine;
After an orgy they kiss her trace in the lane.
Insane ones who die kissing her image in lakes...
Because she is light of innocence, because white things
Illuminate her mysterious light, things taking on white,
And even the blackest souls become uncertainly bright.

Translated by Valerie Martínez