Eunice Odio

Preludes

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I Listen to the song of your name in me

flesh for the necessary fruit.

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When the solitude

beneath your name could be heard and tightened,

When I was like a buried boy

to whom they call by his former name,

and he responds, but there is no voice within himself;

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And my hand was at the depth,

submerged,

it had a glimpse, the key, my own form,

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And I felt you beyond my chest in our embrace

like a joyous and consummated crown.

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You called me to your name,

and I came,

with clear identity of origin,

with the true habitual grace

with which cathedrals dream of their honor.

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By day you are beside the night.

With you I am day,

and by virtue of the absence in which I evoke myself

I see how my form divides me,

how I breathe in your hair without risk,

inside my voice and not throughout it.