A Pillar Tolerating Solaces
(For Spanish translation click here)

A pillar tolerating solaces,

another pillar,

duplicate pillars, pillar-like

and like a grandchild of a dark door.

Lost noise, the only one, listening, on the edge of the exhaustion;

drinking, the other, two by two, with double handles.

Perhaps, do I ignore the year of this day,

the hate of this love, the tablets of this forehead?

Do you ignore that this afternoon costs days?

Do you ignore that you should never say “never” on your knees?

The pillars I see are listening to me;

so are other pillars, deuces and sad grandchildren of my leg.

I say it in American currency,

that owes so much fire to the silver!

Consoled in third nuptials,

pale, born,

I am going to close my baptismal chest, this window shop,

this fear with breasts,

this finger in penitence,

heart and mind united to my skeleton.

6 September 1937