Irena Klepfisz, VI (+1)

Marie Sophie Wilson-Carr fotografiada por Giorgio Palmas

vi

anoche soñé que era
un demacrado        árbol sin vida
y vos trepabas hasta mi nido.
estabas calma       tan seria
mientras envolvías tus piernas
en mi tronco     y presionabas
tu cuerpo contra el mío.      y
dondequiera que tu humana piel
tocara mi dura corteza       de mí
brotaban ramas          hasta que
exuberante de hojas        me volví
toda verde y plateada        frágil
como plumas           sosteniéndote
dormida       en mis brazos de madera.

vi

last night i dreamt i was

a gaunt      and lifeless tree

and you climbed into my nest.

you were calm         so serious

as you wrapped your legs

around my trunk      and pressed

your body against me.      and

wherever your human skin

touched my rough bark        i

sprouted branches        till

lush with leaves       i grew

all green and silver      frail

like tinsel        holding you

asleep      in my wooden arms.

B O N U S  T R A C K 

These words are dedicated to those who survived

because life is a wilderness and they were savage

because life is an awakening and they were alert

because life is a flowering and they blossomed

because life is a struggle and they struggled

because life is a gift and they were free to accept it…

f r a g me n t o 

de Bashert

Irena Klepfisz 
(Guetto de Varsovia, 1941) 
Reside en EE.UU. desde 1949
POETA/ESCRITORA/ACTIVISTA
de A few words in the mother tongue. 
Poems selected and new (1971-1990)
The Eighth Mountain Press, Oregon, 1990 
Introducción de Adrienne Rich
Versión de Tom Maver
para leer MÁS