mes de mayo::month of May

 Mes de mayo

Escribo, escribo, escribo

y no conduzco a nada, a nadie.

Las palabras se espantan de mí

como palomas, sordamente crepitan,

arraigan en su terrón oscuro,

se prevalecen con escrúpulo fino

del innegable escándalo:

por sobre la imprecisa escrita sombra

me importa mas amarte.

Ida Vitale

Oidor andante (1972)

 Month of May

I write, I write, I write

and I don't go anywhere, or to anyone.

The words are frightened of me

like pigeons, deafeningly crackling,

they root in their dark clod of earth,

they prevail with fine scruples

of the undeniable scandal:

over the imprecise written shadow

I care more about loving you.

Ida Vitale

Oidor andante (1972)