Pantheon
(For Spanish translation click here)

I have seen yesterday common noises,
dying,
punctually recede,

when I heard the sun setting
sadly,

exactly an arc, a rainbow.

I saw the generous time of a minute,
immensely

insanely tied to the greater time,

well it was the hour
softly,

swollen tightly with two hours.

Let yourself understand, to call, the earth
earthly;

brutally denying that way my past,

and if I saw, they listen to me, well, united,

if I touch this machine, that they
may slowly see,

gently, greedily, my darkness.

And if I saw in the wound of the answer,
clearly,

the mental wound of the icognite,

if I heard, if I imagine my small windows

nasal, funerals, temporally,
fraternally,

piously throw me to the philosophers.

But no more hasty warping

clearly singing, and no more

ruddy bones, the sound of the soul
sadly

erected equestrianly in my spine,

since, in sum, life is,
implacably,

impartially hideous, I’m sure.

31 October 1937