
Emakume sentsuala
Emakume sentsualak bere estiloari ondo doazkion
jantziak bezala hautatu behar du bere gaitza,
egoera delikatu halako bat begiarentzat ikusezina,
beldurra eta sinpatia samurra eragiten duena;
hartara, etzanda egon liteke, burko azala
martiri halo batek argituta, kaxmirrezko tapakien
edo zetazko estalkien azpian, lohadarrak ahul
nola haur batenak, larruazala arrosa bezain fresko;
eta bisitariak, hanka punttetan sartuz lore edo
fruitu eskaintzekin, sandaloa arnastu behar du
airean, argiontzietan erretzen ari diren
kotoizko metxen usaina, zeina beti mantentzen
baitu haren gelak, misterioski, gauza exotiko
guztiak kenduta ere; eta makurtu behar du
muin egitera esku bigunean, zeina ez baitago
ohitua maitasuna pizteko lanetara baizik.
Eta gauak eta egunak bata bestearen atzetik
aienatzen diren bitartean, itsasaldiak bezala,
ozeanoaren langidura neurrigabe batek hartzen dio
odola, bizirik eta hilik egotearen arteko hesiak
lausotzen dira, eta, Izatearen gurutze atseginean
iltzatuta, zangalatrau doa eternitatearen
erloju esfera orratzik gabean.
The Sensuous Woman
The sensuous woman must choose her illness as she / Chooses her clothes to suit her own style, a certain / Delicate condition invisible to the eye / Inspiring awe and tender sympathy / So that she may lie, a martyr’s halo / Lighting up her pillowcase, under rugs / Of cashmere or silken quilts, limbs flaccid / As a baby’s, skin cool as a rose, and / The visitor tiptoeing in with his / Offerings of flower or fruit must inhale / The sandal in the air, the scent of cotton wicks / Burning themselves out in lamps which her room / Mysteriously seems to hold always, / Although bare of such exotica, and must stoop / To kiss the back of an idle hand, unused / To chores all except that of kindling love. / And, as day and night as one tide after / Another roll away, an ocean’s vast / Languor seizes her blood, the fences between / The state of life and death fade, and nailed / To the pleasant cross of Being she straddles / The handless clockface of eternity.