Those Things Staying Left
You wander the rooms, the empty house
tainting with verses
howl-chiseled on the walls.
Wordly cluster, it isn’t late
13ager’s angst
what rage-loads your voice after another 10 years
but the disenchantment, brought by their passing,
that stuffs with melancholy
the hollow which daily grows as every
heard speech gets you disappointed.
Among all of those things staying left, you find
lighthouses, which your childish hand used to build,
and remembrance under new light as
you wander the rooms, the empty house.
Coffee & TV
(see Blur)
Tell me you also have seen too much tv.
Tell me you’re getting blind, just like me,
And all nerve cells-dead virtually.
Tell me you don’t wanna face the abysses, neither I,
so you would rather spend a whole Sunday tv-watching,
and bringing me a coffee to drink in bed, instead,
while we cast our minds away,
floating adrift on cathode’s rays.
Sounds Like a Detuned Song
at midnight,
it’s an echo in memory;
the jigsaw of ours
and it’s messed up fragments.
Two melodies
fit your image
as it’s obstinately evoked
by voices in the breeze
and whispers
repeating your name
from crushing leaves
under my steps,
so weary of searching
for pieces we lost.
(trans. by Eliud Delgado)
Eliud Delgado (Mexico City, 1984) is part of Devrayativa. He studies English Literature at UNAM. His poems have been published in magazines such as Punto en línea and Literal. Just as "What a Cat's Life" by Iván Ortega-López, these poems were translated by their own authors.