Testimony of Oedipus (fragment)

A limpid blindness
guides me along these cliffs
where the water knows its ways.
Passive desperation,
stubborn inertia
that filters me way beyond the origin.

Body shackled
to the perpetual flight
of its shadow;
host
of cold flashes
and at the same time
indecisive abode
to what was
stuff of revelations.

Complicity of crawling weeds,
brambles that dared not
bind the shadow of my footsteps,
trees that matched
their rustling to my groans,
beasts that ran off
from this damned hand
that clenched
the roots of my blood.

Memory,
blurry profile,
I’m just rescuing
your looks.

The gentle lamb
and blooming garland
lie upon the stone,
such the distant innocence.

Traducción: Bruce Colegrove