from Psalm Songs

David Rosenmann-Taub

I

Do not offer, Lord, to redeem me,
from the multiverse its bottom.

Offer me the eyes of your eyes:
the impossible.

 

XII

   Chimeric dunes,
flames
ebullient,
trap,

   vertex of sludge.
Nuptial
majesty?
Walking stick?

   Gnome?
Jokester, my way:
poise,

   barren wasteland.
Do you drive me?
The steppe

   of your armoire imposes upon me
the guarana
of my rickety shelves.

 

CXXXIV

   Vibrate
to negate?

   As your shivering inexistence,
my devout
brooms.

   Without desire, you desire.
Item, those.

 

CXXXV

   To graze you, plow you,
but never sow you,
for my seeds: blood.

 

CXXXIX

   Reveler terror.
Pigsty:
reborn.

   All of yes for a no.
All of no for a yes.

   Both
—both!—
for what?

   Bile
upon bile.

translated from the Spanish by Iván Brave