Beneath an uncertain sky I stand,
Facing the direction from which
New seasons weave together strands
Of memories formed from the twitch
Of muscles: hearts that yearned and failed,
Listless lips that fell in love and ran aground.
We have pitched an innocent man against the
thousand blades of grass.
Once a week the battle is waged;
each green sword glints with dew.
I rebel against the part of myself
That is a part of you; the common
Humanity that constrains me.
Be still my dear.
Stop running away from me.
I merely wish to return the flower
That you dropped last fall.
Love eternal cannot be had;
All things grasped will be unclasped
Like hands that lose their early might.
Quieto, quieto, o corazón.
No despiertes el mundo con tus sermoneos y desvaríos;
La Luna que anhelas te puede oír
Aun cuando guardas silencio,
Snow piled on the ground whilst I slept,
Pure white specks of water cascading
From the darkest corners of the sky,
And unbeknownst to me my heart kept
With the blind hunger of a reptilian tongue,
Snatching at air and not knowing why.