" The vast jungle of the unknown, of supernormal or supernatural, surrounded us everywhere. With the current that was becoming stronger and stronger, I could, at least, snuggle into the shallows before it was too late to take stock of my modest belongings of soul and body, and ask the old hermit to tell me, if you wanted, how I run my course. "
HD
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I was very beautiful
the old, and I knew
wisdom, I found the truth
immeasurably in his words ,
authority was crucial
(how was that included?)
when I went to Miletus to seek wisdom
left everything behind,
fasted,
worked late, I got up early
;
will use simple or elaborate clothes,
nothing is lost,
each dress had meaning,
"every gesture is knowledge ", taught me
;
" nothing is lost, "said
;
me sooner or later lie, caught
sleep and I woke up dreaming, philosophy forjábamos
and dream content
and I was contained;
nothing is lost because God is everything and the dream is
God just for us
for us
wisdom is small but big enough to know God
everywhere was just
Oh,
even when I threw his words in their mouths
told me "I'll be dead soon, I learn
youth "
tyranny was absolute
because I had to love him then,
should recognize that he was beyond any man closer to God
(it was so old), had to cry
its forgiveness
he gave me his old head
so wise, so beautiful
with his mouth so young and
eyes
Oh god, let there be
some surprises in heaven for him, but you
because nobody could come up with something suitable
to him so beautiful.
II
I do not know what to suggest, I can hardly
suggest something to God, who with a gesture
says, "Moose Olympus, sinks
sea Oh
Pelion, Ossa
,
are still"
I do not know what to say to God, as the mountains
respond to his gesture and the sea,
when he tells his daughter, white
Mother
of green leaves and streams
green and silver, which
calms the storm
or send peace and end the danger
when a fire-breathing mountains;
I did not know how to differentiate between desire
volcanic
anemones like embers and violet purple flame
like fire red,
silver and cold
his feet:
had two loves separate;
God who loves all mountains,
the only one who knew why,
and included, said the old
explain what impossible,
and he did.
III
What can give God that made this old
possible?
as a woman breathes fire
and is cold, a woman pours
snow
ankles and is lukewarm
the white heat melts
snowflake and violet amethysts
become pure, clear as
Water:
no, I did not hesitate
,
saw all the miracles,
knew that the old man was sustainable
but how could he have foreseen
impossible?
how could we know that every gesture of the dance
be inscrutable?
the words were inscribed on papyrus
the words were carefully written, each word was
single
but each led to another, and everything seemed
rate
in the air,
hitherto inconceivable
unknown.
IV was angry with the old,
wanted an answer,
a clear answer,
when discussing and said, "Well, tell me,
soon be dead,
the secret is in you," he said
,
"You're a poet";
not want to be treated as a child, as weak, so I said
(I was furious)
"will not last forever,
the fire of wisdom die with you, I came to Miletus
from afar
you will not be much among us,
came for an answer ";
was furious with the old,
with his talk about manly strength,
was angry with her mystery, mysteries,
argued until dawn Oh
was late ,
and God forgive me, forgive my anger, but could not accept
.
could not accept the wisdom
taught what love is perfect
women.
V
She is a woman, although more
than women, although women
,
pulse your feet are delicate daffodil bud sprouting from the ground
(ah, where is your strength manly?)
your arms are shaking the young male
,
tentative
emerging only in the woods that night
first;
she is a woman, her thighs
fragile yet strong,
jumps from rock to rock
(there was only for a small circle dance and hills
dance, she conjures
hills;
"wake up,
rhododendrons,
wake up, there
purple flower in marble, her white thighs birch
,
or is there a red flower,
is a pink flower
halved when your legs are separated in the
ecstatic dance
Aphrodite is a fragile flower
lavender hidden in the grass;
Oh God, what is
this flower
which itself had power over all the earth?
man because she does not need
is that dart and pulse
male hands, feet, thighs,
perfect itself. VI
Leave the old lying on the ground for quite some time
has troubled the minds of men)
let the old die, let the old
land is
it is land,
Father, Oh
loved you are the earth, it is land
. Saturn, wisdom,
rock. (Oh the bones are hard, is strong that old), let
create a new earth and rocks that rebirth
the world has to suffer, we only
free
we can predict, prophesy
,
him (the old
who will give birth to a new world),
he is, he is
,
who has already formed a new land. VII
For many eons it still arouse the thought of men,
traveling long and far,
discuss all written words,
his pen will be sacred, they will build a temple
and make safe all scriptures
and men come and men
fight but he will be safe
they founded temples in his name, his fame
will be so great that anyone who has known
be seen also as a teacher,
seer, interpreter
;
just me, I run away
. VIII
And it was he himself who delivered me
to prophecy,
I said "I know my student
," I said
"he writes,
every word I say is sacred,"
I said "taught", I said
"cure
or seal documents in my name, "
not
was quite informal,
" not discuss that "
(said)
" You're a poet.
IX
So I went on a bit blinded by the kind of tears that terrible
want erupt
said goodbye and saw her old head
as he turned, as he left the room
leaving me alone with all his old trophies,
marbles, vessels, the Sphinx of stone, old jars
Egypt
left me alone with these things
and old hunched back;
Oh God,
those tears would not sprout, how
could?
I left, I
"
not stand the tyranny of an old,
is too old, will die if you love
;
I can not love him,
is too close,
is too precious to God." X
But do not forget that
who does all things to be, do not forgive
that makes God - in - all
possible
for that is unbearable. XI
Now I can bear even to God for laughter
a woman
prophesies Happiness
(not man, not men,
only one, the old, sacred to God
)
any man be in all these mysteries,
although all men will kneel,
no man is powerful,
important, but all men
feel what being a woman,
longing,
burn, change the easy pleasure
the effort of the spirit,
men will see how long they have been blind
,
poor men poor men of humanity
how long
idea how long pulse has deceived man, has
the weakened
see the woman,
perfect. XII
They did
;
I was not the only one who screamed
madly, madly
,
were together,
were one,
were together, we were one
;
sun worshipers,
launched one voice
our Rhodocleia
cry;
Rhodocleia,
near the sun,
not say "have pity on us,"
not say "look at us," shouted
,
"Oh heart of the sun,
Rhodocleia rodoendro, are unworthy of your
Beauty,
your beauty is the sun, you are the Lord
become women. "
(*) This poem, translated by Diana Bellessi and Mirta Rosenberg, was published in Journal of Poetry Nro.11, 1988. Belongs to a larger work: Talk dead priestess.)
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