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COLLECTED POEMS by Lois Pereiro

 

THAT

 

That night

I took the hand by the cold of the fingers

and ran it gently over my lips

wanting to find the signs

of the last aborted cries

when even blood didn’t remember

the joy of marble

under tickling fear

 

Why, love?

 

All was quiet…

 

 

CORPORAL (JE T’AIME…)

 

The mouth’s fury, teeth:

the arms of passion

which explore and profane the intact skin

 

Luxurious flesh

toxic

love injects

 

The cold congealed on hand and wound

tingles in rebellion

forms a scar

between the possible breasts

of another triumph

 

Every three seconds then

two eyelids lubricate

the hostile eyes that don’t believe.

 

 

POEM FOR P. THIRTY-ONE YEARS ON THE WAY TO HEAVEN

 

If death is a necessary incident

which penetrates me silent without fury

treacherous and uniformly cruel

with the sweat created at nights by the failure

of a body that knows its dominions

conquered by the ongoing

offence of facts.

And so the fear I no longer feel for you

will excuse my defeat.

 

 

V

 

What can I offer the one who attempts me?

Numbered days of inert passion

and eternal love always shared

with the debt owing to an existence

redeemed for usurious payments

conjugating the verbs “live” and “love”

in the first person plural

reduced to the forms of the present.

 

What can I offer the one who attempts me

if I’m a loose thread of the hope

Penelope weaves

and unweaves?

 

Translated from Galician by Jonathan Dunne

 

Read a poem in Bulgarian

Read two texts by Álvaro Cunqueiro

Read some poems by Celso Emilio Ferreiro

 

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