Wet through, as though it had been licked,
The soured air fans with its mildew.
couldn’t you show us
Blessed is he who even just once could,
even with eyes closed,
unneeded, like a head cold,
like mineral water.
You are all so dull, as though
the entire universe does not contain a Capri.
But Capri exists.
From the shinning of blooms
the whole island is like a woman in a pink bonnet.
Look at you, you think you’re all that,
and I –
see how crude and brutal my hand is.
Time past, in jousts,
Time past, in battles
I might have been the most skillful of marauders.
Race like trains toward shores, and the shore
forget, our bodies rocked on steamships.
We will discover a score of Americas.
In uncharted antipodes loaf a vacation.
What a blast, having inflicted a great blow,
to look around, spreading your feet wide.
And the enemy, where his ancestors are,
he’s been sent to hell by the logic of the sword.
And after, in the fire of gilded ballrooms,
having forgotten the habit of sleep
spend the whole night through,
buried in the yellow-orbed cognac.
And finally, bristling like a hedgehog,
from a hangover coming to in the morning,
threaten your unfaithful lover you’ll kill her
and discard the corpse in the sea.
Tear off the nonsense of jackets and cuffs,
color the starched breasts like camouflaged armor,
crank the handle of the table knife,
and we’ll all be, if even for a day, Spaniards.
So that all, forgetting our northerly minds,
fall in love, brawl, worry.
call out the earth
herself for a dance!
Take it in and sew the sky anew,
invent new stars and strew them,
so that, scratching the roofs in a frenzy,
into the sky clamber the souls of artists.