Little bird who comes so tired
Little bird who comes so tired
and leans across the stone to drink
Tell me. Are you not Polyhymnia?
All afternoon it was watching me from I don’t know where
All afternoon
And now that I see you I realize
You’ve come to console me
You who were always there to console
Now you take the shape of a bird
Ah little fluffy bird
Docile on the stone and through the grass you approach
—“I am Polyhymnia”
And no wonder a light of the resurrected has fallen right here
Polyhymnia you’re laughing
Polyhymnia you’re blessing me
—Purest heart
Little bird who arrives from the sky
Figuration of a soul
Now I’d like to put you here in my chest
feed you
Put you here in my chest
And for you stay there
the most of the heart.
Adiós Escuque (1974)
{ Ramón Palomares, Antología poética, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2004 }
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