Poem By Belquis Barés
There are times that I find in my way
A bunch of words
As water puddles after a storm,
I appear to see my reflection,
And they return to me not my image,
But answers longed for in my dreams.
There are times that the edge of the limit
Between coherence and dementia
Cuts the trunks of my naked feet
And I fall down, sweetly, in the madness of believing
That I have found you in my delirium.
There are times when ignoring the clocks
I detain the time and find you waiting for me.
To shelter this love with the cloak of illusion
And a bouquet of poems that intoxicate me.
These are instances that my obstinacy perpetuates
At the risk of idealizing you
(Because in them I am happy)
On having illuminated my days
With your presence, my love.