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¿Sera verdad que todas las mujeres intoxicadas usamos las mismas palabras? me canse de reconocerme en varios de estos poemas. Esa melancolia y al mismo tiempo esa fuerza-ternura que no se entiende de donde sale y que da un poco de miedo.

No one was left at a loss!
I’m happy we’ve come to part.
I’m kissing you now � across
The gap of a thousand yards.

We’re not equal � I understand.
I’m calm - for the first time.
A young Derzhavin, you can’t
Accept my undisciplined rhyme.

I christen your frightening flight:
Young eagle, rise in the air!
You stared at the sun! � my light
And delicate gaze can’t compare.

I stood, more tender than those
Who’ve witnessed you disappear�
I’m kissing you now � across
The gap of a thousand years.

February 12, 1916




I'll conquer you from any land and from any sky,
For the forest is my cradle and it’s where I’ll die,
Because, here, on this earth, I stand - only on one foot,
And because I’ll sing for you - like no other could.

I’ll conquer you from any epoch, from any night,
From any golden banner, from any sword in a fight,
I’ll chase the dogs off the porch, toss away the key
For, in this night, a dog is less loyal than me.

I’ll conquer you from all others and from that one too,
I’ll be no one’s wife, - you’ll be no one’s groom.
I’ll win the last battle, - hush! - and pull you aside
From the one, with whom, Jacob fought all night.

Before I cross your arms on your chest, - I’m cursed! -
And until that day, you’ll remain - just yours,
This is why your wings aim for the upper sky, -
For the world’s your cradle and it’s where you’ll die!

August 15, 1916