PERSEPHONE (excerpt)
A smell of hot resin and burnt up barley follows
you here. The islands, scattered in the reflections
of the sea, always demand something of you,
they take, they forbid. Here, the light-flooded noon
resembles a dead spa town. A crazy, naked woman
runs and yells among the locked up whitewashed
houses and the yellow air; and the sea shines as
if made of marble with motionless flags and masts.
And that woman runs and yells; her undulating cries
are heard over the hill moment by moment and other
times her fast breathing is heard here behind the window
shutters. And far away, nothing disturbs the silence.
Libros Libertad 