hyena whisperer

    tr Herrera y Reissig: Crepusculo Espirita

Always you were martyrdoms' chaste rose!...
& just like virgin frost that earthward sifts
in vernal rigor, all-betraying death
should have jumped you picking lilies...
Wandering fireflies made for febrile candles
that lit you, & in the pallid herbs
you smiled, intact between the snowfall
& the roar of my funest deliriums.
Dumbly I dreamed, with lassitude inert,
to give you my single kiss: the one of death.
By tragical fruitions step by step,
I savored in your lips, deadly joy;
meanwhile, blatant to my prime caress
your inmost self was blushing in the West.

Monologue.