Well, two more poems of Juarroz.
If we knew the point, where something is going to break,
where the thread of kisses will be cut,
where a look will no longer meet another, where the heart will
leap toward another place.
We could put another point on that point,
or at least go with it to its breaking.
If we knew the point where something
is going to melt into something, where the desert will meet
the rain, where the embrace will touch life itself,
where my death will come closer to yours,
we could unwind that point like a streamer,
or at least sing it til we die.
If we knew the point where something
will always be something, where the bone will not
forget the flesh, where the fountain
is mother to another fountain, where the past will never
be past.
We could retain that point and erase all the others,
or at least keep it in a safer place.