Tuesday, January 16, 2007

The Oracle

You have gone once more to the seashore
and this time you have looked at the horizon
with a fugitive's lust.
You have asked yourself with sadness
who in Ithaca would notice your absence:
the sea toward which you always look,
the heavens you never question,
the land that waits for you assuredly.
Your bonds are of an impassive nature.
Are you thinking of destroying them,
are you thinking of escaping by denying
that pathway your feet have made?
You feel it, you don't think about it;
one cannot ponder devastation.
You look at the water with haste:
with tired haste.

You are like an oracle that does not believe in the future.





--Francisca Aguirre
Translated by Ana Valverde Osan

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