Siomara España - Poems
WEDNESDAY´S WOMAN
How often does the Wednesday woman
unfold her face
wash her feet
and walk again upon her words.
how often does she follow the same old path,
wander down the same old streets,
see the same traffic lights,
consider the same beggars, climb the same clouds,
seek out the same bed.
How often does the Wednesday woman
look for the mouth of her lover,
tremble in this arms,
and desperate cry out her love
and sob her words in silence.
How often does the Wednesday woman
want to flee her passion
forget her dreams
and simply stay tied down
how often does she laugh and sing
haw many tears of love.
How often does the Wednesday woman
have to tie tight her soul
live her delirium and madness,
and walk again on what´s been said,
walk again upon her her hords
(From: “Concupiscencia” 2007/Translated by Richard Gwin)
THE EMPTY HOUSE
Invite
no one
into our house,
for they will notice
the doors, walls, staircase and windows,
they will see the moths
in the corners, the rusty locks,
the blind, ruined lamps.
Don’t bring anyone to our house
for they will only fret on account of
your table, your bed, the tablecloth,
the furniture, laugh pityingly at the cups,
pretend to be nostalgic for my name,
make fun, what is more, of our hammock.
Don’t bring people to our house any more
for they will write you songs,
enervate your soul,
whisper mischievously,
plant a flower at your window.
That’s why – I beg you – you must
not bring people to our house,
for they will turn pink,
greenish, reddish, blueish,
on discovering broken walls
and withered plants.
They will want to sweep out the corners
they will want to open our blinds
and find, tucked away among my books
the depraved excuses they were searching for.
Don’t bring anyone to our house any more,
for they will discover our absurdities,
will carry you off to faraway beaches
tell you tales of shipwrecks
drag you from our house.
sado.
(From “Alivio demente” 2008/translated by Alexis Levitín)
THE RETURN OF LOLITA
I am Lolita.
So the wolves from the steppe
tear my braids
with their teeth
and toss me
chewy cyanide sweets.
I intuited my name that day
down at the harbour
with the people from the shipwreck.
Do you remember?
And that battle Vladimir evergreen.
I know I’m Lolita
I knew it when he offered up
his hands lacerated with writing me.
That is why
when you appeared pleading
telling me your fears
I let you touch me
bite my arms and knees
I let you mutilate Charlotte’s fears
between my legs.
I knew that your old sword
would cut my veins one by one
and my pupils
and a hundred times over
I mocked your ageing child’s stupidity
crying on my belly
and when all the shipwrecked of the world
came back to my harbour