The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott, 1976.

(via round robin editrice)

The night

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The night, its feelers twitching in the distance

the night locked into a box swallowed by the night in the dresser in the nook

while my eyes and especially that space between my eyes and nostrils stretches out like a two-story gutter

startled and unnerved, I’m suddenly aware—there’s a tubular cocoon, spun from eye to eye, through which I see only the night, fractured and phantasmagoric

thanks to a force from who knows where the space of my dream has been split by a wall

on this side sleep is not possible and on the other it’s perfectly possible but nevertheless thoroughly impossible

the wall, in fact, is not a wall but a living force that writhes and throbs and this wall is me

with an inconceivable transparency that allows me to see the night’s other side

and places you might sleep in an overcoat of aches and interminable sighs and grief-belching terrors which home in on your bones

the other side of night is a night without night, without earth, without shelter, without rooms, without furniture, unpeopled

there is absolutely nothing on the other side of night

it’s a world utterly without world, and to possess it, you must never arrive there

—it’s the dock at the very side of your body

and, at the same time, it’s inconceivably remote.

Excerpt from The night, by Jaime Saenz, translated from the Spanish by Forrest Gander and Kent Johnson

What you see is not exaclty what you see.

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