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the last hour<br />
/Stag’s Leap, 2012.<br />
Suddenly, the last hour<br />
before he took me to the airport, he stood up,<br />
bumping the table, and took a step<br />
toward me, and like a figure in an early<br />
science fiction movie he leaned<br />
forward and down, and opened an arm,<br />
knocking my breast, and he tried to take some<br />
hold of me, I stood and we stumbled,<br />
and then we stood, around our core, his<br />
hoarse cry of awe, at the centre,<br />
at the end of, of our life. Quickly, then,<br />
the worst was over, I could comfort him,<br />
holding his heart in place from the back<br />
and smoothing it from the front, his own<br />
life continuing, and what had<br />
bound him, around his heart – and bound him<br />
to me – now lying on and around us,<br />
sea–water, rust, light , shards,<br />
the little eternal curls of eros<br />
beaten out straight.<br />
Salto <strong>del</strong> Ciervo / Sharon Olds / Traducción de Natalia Leiderman y Patricio Foglia<br />
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