Eunice Odio

FINAL ACCORD

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On the border of joyous harvesters water trembles,

and offers for the order of the contented lip

a sweet course born of pregnant mornings,

and agrarian transparency, sweetly lit.

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The crowned wheat of tightened density

retains the overflowing color on which they order

—neighbor to the flesh—to satiate itself in spring.

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The cattle decrease tenderly in the dark

where the ground expands its shadowy current,

and the bee completes its snow journey,

and hides its manure among timid jaspers.

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And you, Beloved,

who set the plow on a fixed course

to encircle the afternoon and hasten the rose,

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Where is your chest abounding with roots,

where is the naked temple without rest or end?

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Over the gentle pastures, innocent shepherds

prepare the grape which houses the wine,

and gather the climate in which its smell grows

and imparts handfuls of joy to the tongue.

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Thus summer attends to its nascent beauty

and releases its birds onto the solitary wind.

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Thus the mother-of-pearl scatters its stillness

and delight and its wild color renews and provides.

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Oh offerings,

Oh earthly gifts,

Oh soft nourishment;

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Only to exhaust the seed-time with your chest,

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Only to flow into joy and to stay

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Oh skin, Oh overflowing stammering ashes!