sin ningún compromiso con una escala.
las mareas de mí mismo toda la noche en él.
líneas escritas para la audiencia del mar.
EVERYTHING SPEAKS TO ME // Everything speaks to me! In faith / nJ sight is sound. I draw from out / the resounding mountain side / the gist of majesty. It is at once / a presentation out of space / awakening a spiritual enormity, and still, / the sounding of a tone / apart from any commitment to some scale. // The sea / conies in on rolling surfs / of an insistent meaning, pounds / the sands relentlessly, demanding / a hearing. I overhear / tides of myself all night in it. //And in the sounds / that lips and tongue / and tunings of the vocal chords / within the chamber of the mouth and throat / can send upon the air, // I answer. It is my evocation/ of the sound I'd have / return to me. My world in speech / answers some ultimate need I know, / aroused, pours forth upon the sands / again and again / lines written for the audience of the sea. // Then what / is "listening"? The ear // imitates // another listening in its // inner labyrinth //—sound's alembic— // here, // the equilibrations enter in. Here, / the "up" and "down" we know, // so that tones are "high" and "low", and // words have weight in my hand / as I write. The argument // is in the balance, // there where die tympanum translates / waves of the air invisible / into resounding visibilities. // The shores of the continent // eroded // listening to the sea.