inefable
"Yo muero extrañamente... No me mata la Vida,
No me mata la Muerte, no me mata el Amor;
Muero de un pensamiento mudo como una herida...
¿No habéis sentido nunca el extraño dolor?"
--LO INEFABLE, Delmira Agustini
nothing, nothing to disturb my being
nothing, then, should disturb my days and nights
yet there's a wave of melancholy dressing hours
it isn't a longing, but my body hungers
it isn't, even, carnal desires--
lust is so easy to dismiss
it's as if force had taken repose on my body
my spirit is free of sadness
yet there is a lingering mist
the radiating loneliness of an unknown
I could go on in minute detail
I could describe what this isn't
because, for the life of me,
I cannot describe what it is.
No me mata la Muerte, no me mata el Amor;
Muero de un pensamiento mudo como una herida...
¿No habéis sentido nunca el extraño dolor?"
--LO INEFABLE, Delmira Agustini
nothing, nothing to disturb my being
nothing, then, should disturb my days and nights
yet there's a wave of melancholy dressing hours
it isn't a longing, but my body hungers
it isn't, even, carnal desires--
lust is so easy to dismiss
it's as if force had taken repose on my body
my spirit is free of sadness
yet there is a lingering mist
the radiating loneliness of an unknown
I could go on in minute detail
I could describe what this isn't
because, for the life of me,
I cannot describe what it is.