Traducidos al inglés y al francés
Versiones de John A. Morrow y María E. Gantus
HUMAN ALMOST HUMAN1
the death of my father.
I don't know, but I feel like mourning him on another occasion
I'm so far away from myself
that I don't even have the strength for sorrow
and so low, that I cannot rise to the height
of memory or remorse.
emil cioran
I don't know, but I feel like mourning him on another occasion
I'm so far away from myself
that I don't even have the strength for sorrow
and so low, that I cannot rise to the height
of memory or remorse.
emil cioran
the poem which names you must be human | almost human
the word that evokes your memory | and the silence that surrounds it
the thought that explores emptiness must be human
until the moment of reunion arrives
fire against fire | only time unweaves the wounds
and places us face to face with the dead
