Eunice Odio

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Introduction I

Oh gift,

oh gift of self, your hair,

white speech,blue design,

hyacinth future.

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I could sing a song

so I am suspected of smoke,

in air, and of an animal

carved amid foam

in long, light, bursts of

a harp’s laughter.

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I could bring memories to the heart

like fingernails falling off the soul.

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But I am almost at the border of your body,

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But your nakedness has come to the foot of the furrow

dressed in its suit of profundity;

The sea ponders your age

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and blind dolphins in branches turn pale in the sky above,

the sky weighs more with less air

a waterless sea with only its waves.

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And on the landscape’s edge you tremble

ah, deepsea fisherman of foam

whose hips grow amid coral beads,

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Violin-stained twilight,

fleeting companion of my side.