Monday, February 15, 2010

Mirta Rosenberg

My children are by far my greatest revolution
Twice I orbited complete
like a gravid planet
around the sun. I wrote new names
in the celestial script, with disquiet,
alarm, sedition.
I toasted them with other women,
with whiskey and with beer.
in the planet where we women drink a toast
to things that grow, and despite them.
Happy and ill-fated I made my revolution
a conquest and an open wound
of those times when I orbited complete.
I keep it fresh to let enter me
a certain unrecognisable family air
that now my children exhale
as naturally as can be.

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