Don’t Kill Yourself
Carlos, calm down, love
is what you are seeing:
a kiss today, tomorrow no kiss,
the day after tomorrow is Sunday
and nobody knows what will happen
on Monday.
It’s useless to resist
or to commit suicide.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.
Save all of yourself for the wedding
though nobody knows when or if
it will ever come.
Carlos, earthy Carlos, love
spent the night with you
and your deepest self
is raising a terrible racket,
prayers,
victrolas,
saints in procession,
ads for the best soap,
a racket for which nobody knows
the why or wherefor.
Meanwhile, you walk
upright, unhappy.
You are the palm tree, you are the shout
that nobody heard in the theatre
and all the lights went out.
Love in darkness, no, in daylight
is always sad, Carlos, my boy,
don’t tell anyone
nobody knows or will know.
trans Mark Strand
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