The Knot

Their idyll was a smile of four lips...
In the warm lap of blond spring
They loved such that between their wise fingers
the divine form of Chimera trembled.

In the glimmering palaces of quiet afternoons
They spoke in a language heartfelt as weeping,
And they kissed each other deeply, biting the soul!
The hours fluttered away like petals of gold,

Then Fate interposed its two icy hands...
Ah! the bodies yielded, but tangled souls
Are the most intricate knot that never unfolds...
In strife with its mad superhuman entanglements,
Life’s Furies rent their coupled hands
And wearied your powerful fingers, Ananké...

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Delmira Agustini

spanish: El Nudo