MANDRAKE OR THE ROOT OF TIME
MANDRAKE OR THE ROOT OF TIME
In a dark living room
before a burning candle we look at each other in silence
and the transmutation takes place:
like in a movie theater faces from several ages emerge
which for an instant have the privilege of meeting each other again
as we move away one meter we place ourselves as a century ago
as we move away two meters, as two centuries ago
and our face changes
the farther away the more a sorcerer
we travel guided by aromas
childhood resembles the Middle Ages
the far ends of the living room, prehistory
and ferns sprout from the silhouettes
centuries of steps and glances
very near us we notice a baby
the present is an embrace before the flame that when going out
will plunge us in the chaos of not seeing each other
© 2002, Luis Eduardo Rendón
© Translation: 2006, Nicolás Suescún
Poem of the Week :
http://colombia.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=7724
In a dark living room
before a burning candle we look at each other in silence
and the transmutation takes place:
like in a movie theater faces from several ages emerge
which for an instant have the privilege of meeting each other again
as we move away one meter we place ourselves as a century ago
as we move away two meters, as two centuries ago
and our face changes
the farther away the more a sorcerer
we travel guided by aromas
childhood resembles the Middle Ages
the far ends of the living room, prehistory
and ferns sprout from the silhouettes
centuries of steps and glances
very near us we notice a baby
the present is an embrace before the flame that when going out
will plunge us in the chaos of not seeing each other
© 2002, Luis Eduardo Rendón
© Translation: 2006, Nicolás Suescún
Poem of the Week :
http://colombia.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=7724
