Urban Apparition




Did he surge from the earth?
Did he fall from the sky?
He stood among sounds,
wounded,
immobile,
in silence,
buried before the afternoon,
before the inevitable,
his veins attached
to shock,
to asphalt,
with his partings fallen,
with his saintly eyes,
everything, everything naked,
almost blue, of such whiteness.

They spoke of a horse.
I believe it was an angel.


Oliverio Girondo