STATUE
step by step you go
undoing yourself
into fragments of dumbfounded being
way of the snow
becoming statue
of salt
of nought
music inoculates your soul with her potion so
to save or annihilate
or isn’t it she who can kill
or sing the nightingale into singing?
Traducción de Jonathan Boulting en La mirada desobediente
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