Teresa Pascual Poems

Your body is not salt and yet is salt
just as it is not bread and yet is bread
that now has been cut in two for me,
sacrilegious, to eat holily, sacrifice,
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Father, the sea —irrevocable and just—
brings into port the cargo of days,
safe from the cold and the salt.
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Unter den Linden I explore new spaces
with the fear of one who meditates
escape yet gets lost at the very start,
interrogate a possible defence
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We build words of cement
and create words of silence.
The half-open window, the window,
the frame of a greyer and wider darkness.
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The best lines are still to be written.
Out of time this moment of delight
in the smile that fills your mouth
and in the game of embracing it with my lips.
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Winter has failed to take me by surprise.
I was forewarned by the morning darkness
and the obstinate silence in the trees,
the sickly light,
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