Crespo ramo en la sombra
sumergido:
gotas de agua violeta
y luz salvaje
subieron con tu aroma:
una fresca hermosura
subterranean
trepo con tus capullos
y estremecio mis ojos y mi vida.

Una por una, flores
que alagaron
metalicus pedunculus,
acerando en la sombra
rayo tras rayo de una luz escura
hasta que coronaron
el misterio
con su masa profunda de perfume,
y unidas
fueron una sola estrella
de olor remoto y corazon morado.

Ramo profunda,
intima
olor
de la naturaliza,
paraces
la onda, la caballera,
la mirada
the una nayade rota
y submarina,
pero de cerca,
en plena
temeridad azul de tu fragancia,
tierra, flor de la tierra,
olor terrestre
desprendes, y tu rayo
ultravioleta
es combustion lejana de volcanes.

Sumerja en tu hermosura
mi viejo rostro tantas
veces hostilizado por el polvo
y algo desde la tierra
me transmites,
y o es solo el grito puro
de tu color total, es mas bien
una palabra con rocia,
una humedad florida con raices.

Fragil haz de violetas
estrelladas,
pequena, miseriosa
planetario
de fosforo marino,
nocturno ramo entre las hojas verdes,
la verdad es
que o hay palabra azul para expresarte:

mas que toda palabra
te describe un latido de tu aroma.

 

 

ODE TO A BOUQUET OF VIOLETS 

Curly bouquet submerged
in shade:
purple water drops
and wild light
rose with your aroma:
a fresh beauty
underground
ascended into your folds
and shakes my eyes and my life.

One by one, flowers
that lengthened
your metallic stems,
approaching in the shadow
ray after ray of a dark light
until they crowned
the mystery
with its mass of perfume,
and united
were a single star
with a remote scent and a purple heart.

Deep bouquet,
intimate
smell
of nature,
you favor
the wave, the gentleman,
the gaze
of a broken naiad
underwater,
but up close
in full
blue recklessness of your fragrance,
earth, flower of the earth,
you loosen
a terrestrial odor,
and your ultraviolet
ray
is a distant convulsion of volcanoes.

I immerse myself in your beauty
so often my dark face
is harassed by the dust
and you transmit to me
something from the earth,
and it is not only the pure cry
of your consummate color, it is
rather a dewy word,
a flowery moisture with roots.

Fragil bundle
of starry violets,
small, planetary
mystery
of marine phosphorous,
nocturnal branch among the green leaves,
the truth is
there is no blue word to express you:

more than every word
the heartbeat of your scent describes you.