El proscrito, 1930 / Guillermo Sucre

The Proscribed One, 1930

the summer returns but the longest day
     won’t be mine any more
outside I see the light the night that prefigures
now I don’t know save what I was
the vast earth and the dust cloud of the gallop
a merciless and violent homeland
the disdain the enamel of a neutral
I want to die already
now I don’t know what I know save what I am
words the populated silence

to G.Y.B.

{ Guillermo Sucre, En el verano cada palabra respira en el verano, Buenos Aires: Editorial Alfa Argentina, 1976 }

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