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.
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