My only landscape:

your pupils

I want to gaze
into your virgin immensity,
into the essential landscape of your pupils
hidden in the earth’s celestial veil,
within the profile of a statue beneath the porticoes.

I want to draw near
your restless birds
in their honey-laden flight
above the gardenias of summer
pollinating rocks.

I want
to see only the depth of your eyes
with no other bronze-lit glow.
I want that great window of your gaze
to behold you in my only landscape.

I want, in my twilight,
the radiance of your iris

kindled with stars.

 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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