A Man Is Watching a Woman
(For Spanish translation click here)

A man is watching a woman,

is watching her immediately,

with his of sumptuous land sickness

and sees with both hands

moving her between two men.

I question myself, oppressing me against

the enormous, white, steel rib:

Would not have this man,

then, a child, growing into a father?

And this woman, a child

as a builder of her evident sex?

Although I do see a child now,

a centipede child, energetic, impassioned;

I see that they don’t see him

standing between them, wriggling, dressing itself;

although I accept them,

she in augmentative condition,

he bending the blond hay.

And I cry out, then, without stopping

either of living, without turning

either in the joust I venerate:

Happiness followed!

too late by the Father,

by the Son and by the Mother!

circular instant,

familiar, now that no one feels or loves!

From what silent, dyed clear light

ejects the Song of Songs!

From what trunk, the florid carpenter!

From what perfect armpit, the fragile oar!

From what skull, both skull forwarders!

2 November 1937