INCONNUE
I expose myself to you as though you were rain,
Able to dissolve me into atoms of silt
Worthy of a deepest, darkest, most silent sediment
For another age; or as though you could
Cleanse me of that mire and I could emerge in front of you, deprived,
With the precision of the final day.
Jorge Riechmann
Translation by Silens Loquor
Incluido en La estación vacía, publicado por http://www.catedramdelibes.com/.