Poem from the book EL GRECO
Agony
Your agony pierces
the cracked wooden base
of Earth and hovers over
your ethereal forehead where
all human humdrum turns
into celestial.
Your agony I taste
as I sit on the chair you
once sat.
In the chromatic aura of
the devout room I sense
your heartfelt desire for divinity
on the velvety canvas where
you gave birth to all perfection
I smell your passion
on the devotional palette
a witness to your fiery enthusiasm
to position man next to angels
I detect your torment.
Your desire to turn man
into the cherubic essence
of the spiritual I sense.
I feel your inspiration
your devotion and your piety
I smell in the vaporous air
of your room, in the fleshless
images on the canvas,
your passion I endure.
What an overwhelming sweet
warmth in the arms of life
like a thunderous return to
the everlasting roots of our island.
Libros Libertad 