Thursday, September 1, 2011

Prosa del otoño en Gerona (II)


A stranger is thrown across the bed.

Throughout loveless scenes
(inert bodies, sadomasochistic objects, pills
and the scowls of the unemployed)
you arrive at a moment
which you call autumn
and you discover the stranger.

In the room,
apart from the reflection
which swallows everything,
you observe rocks,
yellow slabs,
sand, fur pillows,
abandoned pajamas.

Then everything disappears.


Roberto Bolaño


(The above was translated by Tim Pilcher and originally appeared on La Universidad Desconocida. Please visit the site to read the original Spanish version of this poem, to learn more about Roberto Bolaño and to read Tim's translations of Bolaño's poetry.)