|Frederic Remington (1909)|
When I told you I could not understand it,
you took to writing me long letters in Spanish
on unlined paper in black ink
and I was in two minds whether I should
look up every word
or accept them
as autobiographical notes
in an ancient tongue.
Ven a mí, búho de la noche
Soy el lobo que ronda las llanuras
En la oscuridad antes del amanecer
Susurraré tu nombre
More than seductive
I knew you had something to say to me
but to put it in words I recognized
would be the ruin
of innocence or an admission
that you would always
return to me.
All I ever needed was to know
the inexplicable incantations
had been written by your own hand.
Sígueme a través de la oscuridad, mi pájaro
Nunca cuestiones el camino
Sabrás que te amo
Cuando mis labios posean tu nombre
Fireblossom Friday has poets 'Looking Behind the Obvious'.