Loin of the Sacred Scriptures
(For Spanish translation click here)

Without ever having noticed excessive tourism
and without agencies
breast to breast toward the unanimous mother.

Now I come from Paris to be a son. Listen,
man, truthfully, I say you are the Eternal Son,
in order to be a brother your arms are hardly equal
and you have a great deal of malice as a father.

My mother’s figure moving me by the emotion in her movement
and making me serious, hits me right in the heart:
thinking how often she has fallen from flight with my sad grandparents,
my mother, from the other side of the circle, silences herself in the sky.

My meter now measures two meters,
my bones generally in agreement and number
and the verb incarnate is living among us,
and the verb incarnate is living while I’m sinking in the bath,
a high degree of perfection.

October 1926