Dissolves In ancient liquids The black in shimmers The harp like architecture its strings over unexpected rain from echo to echo they draw their roughness they stop If only I could Seek within lack small incisions in the body like a drug they enter let slip the poison they salivate they seek a place dream cavity: I am inside it They graze the air the harp strings And carry them toward you They stretch out along the waves Sustain us The sluices now open Crackle in this refraction Movement toward the stain What is black breathes black at the window Where do I listen? The harp broadcasts Runaway sensations Without roots Shades of night blue Between the two of us: Explode
From Negro marfil / Ivory Black by Myriam Moscona. Copyright © 2011 by Jen Hofer. Published by Les Figues Press. Reprinted with permission of the translator.