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Poem

Meira Delmar

SECRET ISLAND

Let time pass between the two
without letting us change soul and soul.

We have remained fixed, one and the other,
with the impassive solitude of statues,
your face in the background of my still eyes,
my face in your gaze.

In vain are the birds, the clouds,
and the sky always fleeing
toward the sunset.
The sea, the sea of the unfathomable heart with
its spread-out sails and its lighthouses.

The trees that come smiling
through the very first leaves,
the rain that models its fine towers
of glass, the mornings,
summer . . . 

As blind men we are. As blind men
of a luminous wind that lifts us
and takes us avidly,
no one knows where.

And everything surrounds us without touching us
in this fantastic love of love
and of silence.

SECRETA ISLA

SECRETA ISLA

Deja que pase entre los dos el tiempo
sin que pueda mudarnos alma y alma.

Hemos quedado fijos, uno y otro,
con impasible soledad de estatuas,
tu rostro al fondo de mis ojos quietos,
mi rostro en tu mirada.

En vano están los pájaros, las nubes,
y el cielo siempre huyendo
hacia el ocaso.
El mar, el mar del corazón innúmero
con sus velas tendidas y sus faros.

Los árboles que llegan sonriendo
a través de las hojas iniciales,
la lluvia que modela finas torres
del vidrio, las mañanas,
el estío . . .

Como ciegos estamos. Como ciegos
de un viento luminoso que nos alza
y nos lleva tenaz, ávidamente,
nadie sabe hasta dónde.

Y todo nos rodea sin tocarnos
en este alucinante amor de amor
y de silencio.
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SECRET ISLAND

Let time pass between the two
without letting us change soul and soul.

We have remained fixed, one and the other,
with the impassive solitude of statues,
your face in the background of my still eyes,
my face in your gaze.

In vain are the birds, the clouds,
and the sky always fleeing
toward the sunset.
The sea, the sea of the unfathomable heart with
its spread-out sails and its lighthouses.

The trees that come smiling
through the very first leaves,
the rain that models its fine towers
of glass, the mornings,
summer . . . 

As blind men we are. As blind men
of a luminous wind that lifts us
and takes us avidly,
no one knows where.

And everything surrounds us without touching us
in this fantastic love of love
and of silence.

SECRET ISLAND

Let time pass between the two
without letting us change soul and soul.

We have remained fixed, one and the other,
with the impassive solitude of statues,
your face in the background of my still eyes,
my face in your gaze.

In vain are the birds, the clouds,
and the sky always fleeing
toward the sunset.
The sea, the sea of the unfathomable heart with
its spread-out sails and its lighthouses.

The trees that come smiling
through the very first leaves,
the rain that models its fine towers
of glass, the mornings,
summer . . . 

As blind men we are. As blind men
of a luminous wind that lifts us
and takes us avidly,
no one knows where.

And everything surrounds us without touching us
in this fantastic love of love
and of silence.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
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