Now





The sky shakes out her blouses and counts the years in her voice
Counts the stones hurled at her chest
And the trees in their sarcophagi twisting the trails
Thinks of her flesh that quivers
At the hearing of this duo of nights so diametrically opposed
At the hearing of ages that is her age
Like flowers that come and go

The night settles in to hear the sky
Under the water that augments from the sobs of fishes
And everyone waits with open pores
The apparition of beauty over feet of foam
Between two strikes of lightning her mouth below
Behind the last breath without space in
          space
And over the trembling halo of hands that draw back
          the days
Hour after hour descending by the fever of her eyelids
The secret apparition causing the earth to tremble
The apparition that goes down lowering its eyes.



Vicente Huidobro