ORESTES
Listen to her — her voice overpowers her like a deep
sounding dome as if she’s hanging off her voice, like
the tongue of a bell that strikes itself and strikes the bell
while it isn’t a day for a funeral nor a holiday, only
the unstained loneliness of the rocks and down there
the humble quietness of the plain underlining that
unjustified petulance around of which innumerable stars
stir like innocent childish kites with the endless rustle
of their long tails.
Libros Libertad 