JOHN BURNSIDE
Septuagesima
Nombres.
Estan sobre la patina
de las cosas. Jorge Guillen
I dream of the silence
the day before Adam came
to name the animals,
The gold skins newly dropped
from God's bright fingers, still
implicit with the light.
A day like this, perhaps:
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,
as we are sometimes
haunted by the space
we fill, or by the forms
we might have known
before the names,
beyond the gloss of things.
From Feast Days (Secker & Warburg, 1992)
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