Diez Liricografias. Buenos Aires: Galeria Bonino, 1954.

The Collegiate Angels

(Ninguno comprendíamos el secreto nocturno de las pizarras)

None of us understood the secret darkness of the blackboards

Nor why the armillary sphere seemed so remote when we looked.

We only knew a circumference can be other than round

That an eclipse of the moon confuses flowers,

And advances the timing of birds.

None of us understood a thing;

Nor why our fingers were made of India ink

And afternoon closed compasses for dawn to open books.

We only knew that a straight line, if required, can be curved or broken,

And wandering stars are children ignorant of arithmetic.

(translated by A. S. Klein)

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