Heaven's Kitchen

by David Huerta

Heaven's kitchen is supplied with infernal utensils,
sagging, lilac-coloured cauldrons, fat forks
between whose prongs are tangled strings
of archangels' spit and frayed voices
that rose from the left-hand shirt of God.

A soup was being cooked when Love appeared,
a rare broth sprinkled with flaming scriptures
and glints of seaside holidays. The oil became fire,
seeped into the skin and stayed, vigorous,
iridescent, in the eyes of the blessed. 

The elaborate coven stopped work: elongated odours
invaded the heavenly kitchen; pure spices
for the feverish construction of Spring
and its rippling; Aprils whose flowers are teeth,
whose jaws are crammed with dragonflies;
Eros's entire wardrobe for the Salad
with its curled coiffure; the brilliance of stabbed embraces
and the sea of hands, blue as can be, multiplying.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Jamie McKendrick

The final translated version of the poem is by Jamie McKendrick

Comments

  1. November 27th, 2013 at 3:16 pm

    celi says:

    i like

  2. April 15th, 2010 at 2:32 am

    yanira says:

    I LIKED WEN IT SAID"A SOUP WAS BEING COOKED WHEN LOVE APPEARED"