Moment in Harmony



On the following day of the following day
The sunset was as familiar as the murmur of
     despairing hairs
It was as timid as a tie
Facing the earth that knows not how to
      shut itself in
And that never had been able to slough off its sound
Not even in the night that suspends itself like a breath
Nor in that day’s minute that minute of four meters
Like an old man who of a sudden is filled with infinity

On the following day of the following dove
I told you that you were rain for pressuring time
I told you that you had a smile of darkened wind
I also know that you are given to hands of certain stars
With the affability of eyes that surround you
But when the day comes from the distance and from its
      proper depth
Then we will speak
I know that the sea distinguishes you and prefers you
That you see your tranquil lamps under your skin and your
      mirage-like fountains
This sleeping lake that creates your persona

And until these herbs that you awake to be born in my heart
On the following day of the following color
You found tree-like things and emblems of glass
       with sheltered lights
Surely at a distance like small-grained sand
       on children’s feet
You bit the emptiness enamored of its attitudes
Greater than our two joined spirits
More powerful than my eyes concentrated on your body
And even the preoccupied day of your hands

From your color that grows like the pealing of a bell
From your words surrounded by doves of your light of flesh
      and bone your light
In your longing to know how to walk and how to die
In order to be frightened of time alien of the stars

On the following day of the following year
You submitted to forgetting like a river that discerns its agony
That sees death coming and leaves at the encounter
Closing your eyelids in order not to repent in time



Vicente Huidobro