The Aspiration

The nonsense of sadness and
its animals
rummaging everywhere
are truer than I.
These words
are truer than I.
They are matter and not time,
in their insides there’s
a never-ending stone.
The children of men think
that wetting them with wine
will do away with their conscience, fire.
There are words waiting and no one takes them.
On their own there in flowering silence.

– Juan Gelman

(Tr. by K. M. Hedeen & V. Rodríguez Núñez)

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