An Obscure Meadow Lures Me
An obscure meadow lures me, her fast, close-fitting lawns revolve in me, sleep on my balcony. They rule her beaches, her indefinite alabaster dome re-creates itself. On the waters of a mirror, the voice cut short crossing a hundred paths, my memory prepares surprise: fallow dew in the sky, dew, sudden flash. Without hearing I’m called: I slowly enter the meadow, proudly consumed in a new labyrinth. Illustrious remains: a hundred heads, bugles, a thousand shows baring their sky, their silent sunflower. Strange the surprise in that sky where unwilling footfalls turn and voices swell in its pregnant center. An obscure meadow goes by. Between the two, wind or thin paper, the wind, the wounded wind of this death, this magic death, one and dismissed. A bird, another bird, no longer trembles.
Copyright © 2005 by José Lezama Lima and Nathaniel Tarn. From José Lezama Lima: Selections. Reprinted with permission of the University of California Press.
José Lezama Lima
Date Published: 2005-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/obscure-meadow-lures-me