SALVATION
The island runs away
And the girl once again climbs the wind
and discovers the death of the prophetic bird
Now
it’s suppressed fire
Now
it’s flesh
a leaf
a stone
lost in the fountain of torment
like the sailor in the horror of civilization
that purifies nightfall
Now
the girl discovers the mask of the infinite
and breaks the wall of poetry
Alejandra Pizarnik
Translation by Lydia Merriman Herrick