i’m running out of time i’m out of step and
closing down and never sleep for wanting hours
the empty hours of greed and uselessly always
the need to feel again the real belief of
something more than mockery
if only i could fill my heart with love
The Cure - Closedown
Alfonsina Storni
Dientes de flores, cofia de rocío
manos de hierbas, tú, nodriza fina,
tenme prestas las sábanas terrosas
y el edredón de musgos escardados.
Voy a dormir, nodriza mía, acuéstame.
Ponme una lámpara a la cabecera,
una constelación, la que te guste,
todas son buenas, bájala un poquito.
Déjame sola: oyes romper los brotes.
Te acuna un pie celeste desde arriba
y un pájaro te traza unos compases
para que olvides. Gracias… Ah, un encargo:
si él llama nuevamente por teléfono
le dices que no insista, que he salido.
Walt Whitman
Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now,
Give me now libidinous joys only,
Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank,
To-day I go consort with Nature’s darlings, to-night too,
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight
orgies of young men,
I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers,
The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person
for my dearest friend,
He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn’d by
others for deeds done,
I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?
O you shunn’d persons, I at least do not shun you,
I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
