From SUBJECT AND PREDICATE,
by Carlos Enrique Urquía, 1975.
The Mother
The yard in an only hand
This side
This other side
Upside also
It won’t escape.
The yard with an only eye
The gaze like a rope
Or a wire
The plants
The air
The small table
Tied and joined
Very tightly.
The yard with an only life
My mother in the centre
Great chief of kindness
And justice
The sky
Like a scarf
To warm her.
The world for her
Cause she invented it.
The Whistle
When the suburb goes to bed
I untie the night.
In the black gums, the stars
a bathing, white lonely moon.
The noises have turned the corners
only the cricket is burning.
The street goes back and loses its footing
with an agrarian step I tread the tiles.
The houses, near and far
lonely, plenty.
The whistle of a Tango threads them.
traducción de Doyle, Liliana