The Poem She Found in He Who Searches Is a Bitter Pill
Sometimes one lives
with a woman a thousand years
and yet—
that woman never
understands you.
At times one allows
an unknown woman
to absorb the best of oneself
and this unknown woman
suddenly intuits everything
guesses everything—
and one is naked in her eyes
even though one has only
unbuttoned one’s pants
a little
as if, absent
-mindedly. It’s not easy
to know who one is, and if
he is—
and it’s still less easy
to complete others by trying
to incorporate them.
There is a time for everyone
to tremble—
a time of changing skin.
I am tired
of making myself plural.
In other words
here I am
with little courage
to be here—
to forget one’s own desires,
to take refuge in the life
traumas of another person.
Rebirth?
No.
No rebirth.
All men are alike—
they don’t hold up.
And women?
They’re all equal-
ly hermetic
and outrageous.
The novel "He Who Searches" was written by Luisa Valenzuela.
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