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Callaloo 26.4 (2003) 993
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Estuary
José Luis Rivas
[Versión Español]
XX
And with each disdain—with every sample of your
indifference—a shredded desire howls
I do not keep them any longer
I am the one who hoisted the sail
Or am I the one who tried to guide his steps with yours
circling vertigo's obscure house?
And a harsh unease confines itself to my chest beneath
a glass the entire wind proclaims
A liquor intoxicates your face while you place
a hand on the svelte waist of the youthful sea
grape
And successive nymphets—in winged topsails—weigh anchors
Other desires will come panting, agitating their
walled-in hives—with humming blindness
smashing into the panels of darkened
little cells—
Fever condemned—fever of interior doors
that takes up the color of wine in the winged temples—
to foreheads anointed with the briny balm
And the enigma peeks through with caution
—it becomes clear—after the rain arches beneath the eaves
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