Your Name Poem by Silvina Ocampo
Your Name
No one can pronounce your name.
I alone know the perfect inflection.
They lack the tenderness in which it flows
and the sweetness in the consonants.
They don't know how to distinguish the color
of the exact musical note.
That's why each day I respond
by inventing a name:
blue, bird, breeze, light.
Common words
that can be said simply
even without knowing you, without loving you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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