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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: En el ojo del huracan

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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: En el ojo del huracan

In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro 
Duque Amusco – not in 1988, but in 1989, was awarded the « Premio Nacional de Poésia » 
for 1989, on May 28, 1990. Bousono, as in these later free verse compositions, shows how 
well he manages the long-breathed line, a clear contrast to the compact and elliptical earlier 
verse, say, of the collection : Subida al amor. T. Wignesan)

The creatures of plenitude situated themselves holding their silence, the thrones of 
inexplicability, exactly, therefore, in the very centre of the eye of the hurricane : 
that doors be blown asunder, that windows be blown away,
that agonizing bodies in makeshift beds be smothered into oblivion,
half-dead widows, postmen who half-way in the act of delivering
	the love letter which would definitely render us joyful,
the seat where the poor old grandmother was in the act of sitting 
while sewing
the newly-born baby’s pony-tailed bonnet which turned around half-
way in the gusts,
the hurricane which uplifted love and all that was left of love : 
letters, papers, leaves 
of music,
lovers in coitus at the orgiastic acmé and the light,
when it began to dawn,
when the saxophone cleared its throat and commenced the beat of the 
when everything on the stage in its place awaited the raising of the 
when the wedding was at the point of being consecrated, and the 
priest was ready to offer his benediction : « el ite misa est », 
        when within the following few moments the inexorable 
ceremonial of the written formalities was about to be concluded   
then, as I said, 
and only then,
the hurricane unleashed its violence with rage, the incomprehensible 
hurricane, and there stood still only the immoveable lucid eye,
separate, eminent, complete in its entire being, that by force of its 
profundity had ascended to the exact point where it could 
redeem its guilt,
the eye of reconciliation,
the eye of wisdom and suave serenity,
where the intact and silenced world sang
adorable and yet so beautiful without us,
necessary pretexts, notwithstanding, of its musical nature.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

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