The Perfidious Woman
by Juan Gelman
Translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
she has left me / climbed to heaven /
the one whose throat’s bejeweled with beauty /
her lips are of the sweetest /
though she is bitterness itself /
she draws swords from her eyes /
lances whetted to murder hapless men /
with beckoning eyes / she bursts
with longing / thirsty as a deer /
her eyebrows / archer’s bows / or rainbows /
remind you of Noah’s pact / the sign
the flood had ended / if you are parched /
she commands her clouds to flood your heart with crystal shards/
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