Celia

by Gonzalo Rojas

I

And no more tears; this transparent woman,
who today is sealed away,
this woman who now is walled
in a niche grave
like a madwoman chained
to a cruel bedstead in an airless room
with neither boat nor boatman, among faceless strangers,
this woman who, alone, is
The One,
who held us all in the heaven
of her body.
Blessed
be her womb.

II

And nothing nothing else; that she bore me and made me
a man with her seventh birth
her figure of fire
and of ivory
in the trials of poverty and sadness
and she knew
how to hear through the silence of my childhood the sign
the Secret
Sign
without ever
breathing
a word.
Blessed
be the fruit of her womb.

III

Let others go instead of me
I can't go now to put
the red carnations there
the carnations of the Rojases ‚— mine and yours ‚—
today
on the painful thirteenth day of your martyrdom
those family members who are born at dawn
and who are reborn ‚— let them go to that wall for us for Rodrigo
for Tomás for young Gonzalo for Alonso; let them go
or not as they wish
or let them leave you in the dark
alone
alone with the ashes
of your beauty
which are your resurrection Celia
Pizarro
daughter and granddaughter of Pizarros
of late Pizarros Mother;
and may you come with us
into exile dwelling as always in grace
and mutual delight.
Blessed
be thy name.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll

The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop

Comments

  1. December 6th, 2011 at 9:15 pm

    Naynay says:

    very good poem it helped me on somthing if yo readin this MYOB

  2. April 27th, 2011 at 5:49 pm

    andrea demetriou says:

    Im greatful I could read this poem, please translate more of Rojas work,

    thank you

    andrea

  3. April 27th, 2011 at 2:27 am

    Leah says:

    I loved this poem. Thank you for translating it.

  4. April 26th, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    William says:

    a wonderful poem. RIP.

  5. May 27th, 2010 at 4:47 pm

    celia says:

    a lovely poem, reminisent of the saint, patron saint of music. it is my name, so it is nice to identify with it

  6. May 14th, 2010 at 10:09 am

    celia says:

    bravo, a lovely poem,