Wright, Charles: Laguna Dantesca
Laguna Dantesca (Angol)
I want, like a little boat, to be isolate,
slipping across one element
Toward the horizon, whose lips know something
but stay sealed under the heaven of the moon.
There’s something I want to look on face to face.
Like a rock, or some other heavy thing, I want
to descend through clear water
disappearing as she did,
Line after leached line, into the lunar deeps.
I want, like these levander bells from the
jacaranda tres, to flare with the fixed stars,
used up and self-satisfied.
Tree frogs drum in the dark. The small brass
of the natural world is drumming and
what I want is nothing to them.
Above me, the big dog lies low in the
southern sky and bides its time.
Like a scrap of charred paper,
I want to return.
There’s something I want to look on whose
face rises and falls like a flame.
I want to sit down there, the dog asleep at my feet.