Translated
by
Louise Bogan
Upon what wall am I engraved
So deeply that the light of day does not reach me
All the colors of spring
All those who are dying rebelliously
And their mute ardor
Throw their wise shadows
To nettles of loud laughter
To the frantically happy
Upon what pallet do I lie
What greenness is born in me
Where are the ruins which inspire me
To live in spite of all ruin
PAINTED WORDS
to Pablo Picasso
In order to understand everything
Even
The tree compared with the prow
The tree adored by lizard and liana
Even fire even the blind man
In order to reunite wing and dew
Heart and cloud day and night
The window and all the countryside
In order to abolish
The grin of zero
Which today rolls upon gold
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