J A I M E  L U I S  H U E N Ú N
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from  PORT TRAKL

 

Translated by Daniel Borzutzky

 

I got off in the fog of Port Trakl,
searching for the Bar of Good Fortune to chat about my trip.
But everyone was mesmerized by the polar stars in their drinks,
silent like the sea off a desert island.
I went out to roam the red-lit streets.
Perfumed and bored women, selling their tired bodies.
"In Port Trakl poets come to die," they said,
smiling in all the languages of the world.
I gave them poems I planned to take to my grave
as proof of my time on Earth.

 

 

 

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