SILVIA BARON SUPERVIELLE
Here Time
here time
neither holds
nor loses
here grass
finds rest
from ruins
whether I come
or whether
I go
nothing is
altered
no change
to eternity
of the invisible
lord
of the desert
I am
the unfulfilled
desire
I have pronounced
the syllable
of your name
I have experienced
the gleam
of your eyes
I have recognized
the eclipse
of your face
without relief
I build
a sca√old