Sunday, January 13, 2008

My own perfidy

by José García Villa (1908-97)

My most. My most. O my lost!
O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.
At whose bright coast God seeks
Shelter and is lost is lost. O
Coast of Brightness. O cause of
Grief. O rose of purest grief.
O thou in my breast so stark and
Holy-bright. O thou melancholy
Light. Me. Me. My own perfidy.
O my most my most. O the bright
The beautiful, the terrible Accost.

From A Book of the Winter, ed. Dame Edith Sitwell (Vanguard, 1951), p. 41.