Gacela: The Terrible Presence
I want water to be free of channels,
I want the wind to be free of valleys.
I want the night to be without eyes
and my heart without a golden flower;
for the oxen to talk to the giant leaves
and the earthworm to die of darkness;
for the skull's teeth to gleam
and yellows flood through silk.
I can see the duel of wounded night
wrestling embroiled with mid-day.
I can endure the sunset's green poison
and the broken arches where time suffers.
But don’t reveal your clean nakedness
like a black cactus out in the rushes.
Leave me longing for the dark planets,
but don’t show me your cool waist.
English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Gacela de la terrible presencia.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit.