Desires

      Desires

To Salvador Novo

Tropics, why did you give me
these hands brimming with color?
Whatever I touch
brims over with sunlight.
I’ll pass through the delicate afternoons of other lands
with the sound of a glass sunflower.
Let me for one moment
stop being all noise and color.
Let me for one moment
change the climate of my heart,
soak up the half-light of some solitary thing,
lean out from a distant balcony in silence,
sink deep into the fine folds of my cloak,
be strewn upon the bank of a quiet passion,
softly caress the long straight hair
and write my reflections out with a fine pencil.
Oh, for one moment not to be
Field adjutant to the sun!
Tropics, why did you give me
these hands brimming with color!

Carlos Pellicer
Translator: Donald Justice (modificado)



   Seis, siete poemas (1924)    
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