NOW THAT HOUSE WAS EMPTINESS
Juan Elia
Now that house was one emptiness, just emptiness was alive.
It all had taken my life away, lonely I was alive
Whole street lay desolate, in the death-wind of the noon-tide
In that courtyard of separation I was just a living shadow
Those two pigeons that lived there, which land they flew
One was named new and the other dead
The afternoon departing was a small betrayal
WIthin me my corpse arose, I was lie alive
Those who had to come were there and those who had to receive also
There it was whole street inhabited, every door was alive
A sever noon condoned fear of death to the green leaves
In the courtyard on the blind donkey just a crow was alive