Notes About The Poem

The poem presented here is a translation, or rather, an interpretaion of the poem La Jaula © 1958 by Alejandra Pizarnik (1936 - 1972.)

The Spanish La Jaula is most often rendered as "cage." In my opinion, in this context, it is more accurately rendered as "box," in particular a closed box like a cell for solitary confinement in prison. I say this because of Pizarnik's oft-expressed thoughts about pain, imprisonment, and death, a living death.

In her essay La Jaula Mortal (The Deadly Cage), she writes ...the juala ceremony unfolds like this: ... A fallen woman appears, somnambulant, dressed in white.... She has undergone two metamorphoses: her white dress is now red, and where there was a girl, there is a corpse.

You may read my blog entry On Poetry :: Translation for my thoughts on translating poetry.

beto


The Box

Sunny outside,
simply the sun,
yet men look at it
then sing.

I do not know the sun,
I know only an angel’s melody
and the fiery exhortation
of the last breath.
I know how to shout ’til dawn
when death alights, naked,
on my shadow

I weep beneath my name
I wave kerchiefs in the nigh
as boats thirsting for reality
dance with me.
I hide my fears
to mock my morbid dreams.

Sunny outside,
I, clothed in ashes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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