>> The next poem belongs to a book called Glosas,
which I'm not sure how to translate Glosas.
>> Glosses.
And this book was.
It's a very small chapbook.
It was -- Very few copies of the book really exist
but they were only -- Only a hundred were published.
And each title is the verse, is the line of some poet and the poem that I'm going to read,
the title is Yo junté leña con los otros, which belongs to Octavio Paz
and to a very beautiful poem of his which is called Pasado en claro, which is probably one
of my favorite poems of Octavio Paz.
It's a long poem about his family, about his mother, about his father.
It's very -- It's a very dramatic, very sad, very personal poem and so this kind
of like the gloss on that line Yo junté leña con los otros.
Yo cavé una zanja con los otros.
Yo deshice el [inaudible] de la tumba más negra del hueso con los otros.
Yo postulé un reino tibio entre el demonio del piso y la viga alta de un dios encaramado con
los otros.
Yo fundí los muros de la gruta y la cera del astro partido con los otros.
Yo arrastré el río por valles caducos y zonas cerradas a la intemperie con los otros.
Yo domé la tarde en los racimos de rocas y el cuerpo blando de la sirena,
envejecida por los oídos pasajeros con los otros.
Yo mitigué el silencio de las aves rapaces y la furia de la corteza en la pira con los otros.
Yo esquivé mi nombre con los otros.
Grabé mi nombre en el conjuro con los otros.
Tracé mi nombre en la frente delineada tras el cabello y pospuse la noche en los ojos con
los otros.
Lo vi todo con los otros.
Lo vi, lo dije.
Esta cadencia con los otros, esta rotura de aquí que se abre en la voz porque fue cierto el
veredicto con los otros.
Perdieron una mitad del sueño y ganaron un gajo de historia a los otros.
No pude extinguir la claridad.
Una progenie proclamaba el triunfo, pero si hubiera habido menos luz,
menos tumulto de espíritus, habría visto a los otros conmigo de nuevo por la gracia de una
conjetura, adivinando esto será así, será así.
>> In English, the title of this poem is I gathered wood with the others and in the notes
to Pasado en claro, Octavio Paz explains that this line of his is a reference
to Hector's funeral in the Iliad.
In Glosses, I gathered wood with the others and wept with the smoke of [? the horse-tamer's ?] pyre.
I gathered wood with the others.
I dug a ditch with the others.
I dissolved a century made by bones black as tomb with the others.
I postulated a warm kingdom, somewhere between the demon floor
and ascending God's tall rafter with the others.
I melted down the grotto walls in the cleft stars wax with the others.
I dragged the river, through battered valleys and zones closed to open air with the others.
I tamed the afternoon on clustered rocks and the sirens' soft body,
aged by fleeting ears with the others.
I mitigated the raptor's silence and [inaudible] fury on the pyre with the others.
I shunned my name with the others.
I carved my name on a magic spell with the others.
I sketched my name on the forehead outlined by my hair
and postponed night in my eyes with the others.
I saw it all with the others.
I saw it. I said it.
This cadence with the others, this ruptured space that opens up in my voice
because [inaudible] truthful with the others.
Those who lost half their sleep and gained a wedge of history with the others.
I could not quench clarity, progenies proclaimed their triumph.
But if there had been less light, less tumult among the spirits, I would have seen the others
with me once again by the grace of conjecture, foretelling and so it shall.
It shall be.