Laments in Space by Clementina Suárez

BOMB 9 Spring 1984
009 Spring Summer 1984
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Ruth Vollmer, Cluster About Hemisphere, 1964, bronze, 9 inch diameter. Courtesy Jack Tilton Gallery, New York.

At a distance the wind roars. Your head in my lap.
The night amuses itself in a circle game with ghosts.
Plummeting waters cut narcissus and mist
for the tombs of dead birds.

You mess and recomb my hair
while the sea draws off blood and muck.

Shadows seem to shape cadavers.
Who cries out so despondently in the open air?
Love, while I stave off the laments
of mothers and children,
you are sleeping
—you do not hurry off in the dead of night—

Translated from the Spanish by Zoë Anglesey.


From Alcaraván, Tegucigalpa, 1983.

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009 Spring Summer 1984