Rostro de Baudelaire / José Barroeta

Face of Baudelaire

                                                  To Rafael Brunicardi

Face of Baudelaire into which I always
dose of dawn and the Bastille.
Oh, my poet,
let’s talk under the moon tonight
entrusted to the cats,
let’s talk alone as in elegies.
Face of Baudelaire where my adventures
are flowers of evil.
Face of Baudelaire that wanders in my room,
that accompanies my turbid and hurried sleep,
who will accompany me triumphant on dead nights.
Face of Baudelaire;
sick god of every day.

Todos han muerto (1971)

{ José Barroeta, Todos han muerto: Poesía completa (1971-2006), Barcelona: Editorial Candaya, 2006 }

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