La freccia e il cerchio
anno 6, numero 6, 2015
pp. 307-309

Juan Carlos Marset
Of Destiny and the Days That Will Be

1. MOTTOES

Metamorphosis

The log anchored
in the plain
shakes the bark
cracking it into curves.

The crow that observes
disconsolate
sinks its wings
into the wet ground

as if sowing itself.
For an instant
the log and the crow come together
in a bustling exchange

of bodies, at the moment
of transformation
which the sound of an engine
and a machine gun

of gravel torn away
has made in the small depression:
the log took flight
with the crow
still hooked on.

Delay

Only at the end life begins
tardily,
soon tangled
in the skein
that neither starts nor stops
its force. Last
in its start

in time to lose it
late it awakens
what you’re waiting for
and ready though
it would seem. Life
comes late
the whole of life,

when it moves away
and everything has already passed by
and nothing has been yet.
Life starts again
when you least expect it,
when it is too late,
when it leaves you.
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