el esplendor de la luz


Imagen vía annalisa
A Sonnet in a Pensive Mood

Her blue workshirt is tied at the waist,
Shaping the apples of her hips and breasts,
Now shes a little boy with all the power
Of architecture gliding through the air.

Her dark hair ripples in the streaming wind,
Shes made of fruit and also of poison,
Her thighs with their androgynous rowing motion
Send fishes swimming toward their spawning ground.

An amazon in a shirt of cloudless blue
Whose changing wake is saved from changes flow
By the all-fixing parallel of art;

Old poet, look at how she looks at you,
Her eyes sparkling in some other sky
Where your hope will never find a port.

Julio Cortázar