A selection of poems from The island/ Mercedes Araujo
A selection of poems from The island (Poetry) Published by Ed. Bajo la luna, Buenos Aires, Argentina/ Mercedes Araujo The shadows, the words, have changed the tiger walks between bluffs and crags, the prince of white fur, the captain of tigers, I call him, there are others that are spotted, but I am so close to myself I don’t know whether to believe what I see, if I am mistaken in making him out from others with red stones on their backs, stones like spots. Around six in the afternoon the cat sinks its body in the water its blood trembles and the glycine flower wraps itself around dry sticks. *** Today, Sunday, I hope for a visitor, like a cat to prick up my ears and with still eyes follow the color blue, one of the consolations for my body as heavy as that violet stone that blends with the greenness in the silence. On days like this the body burns and I again seek out that hidden green, I would like you to hear it: I scratch myself with my teeth and claw a blanket