THE CONCLUSION LI YI-QI DRAWS IS ONLY A TECHNIQUE AND SHOULD BE DISCARDED

"The years of struggle are ended: that filthy business, love, no longer concerns me."

The bird and the phonograph sing
" I believe that Plato was ill..."
in this electric whirl, in a blaze of sin
certain is he will come back soon
the flight from the alone to the alone.

An erratic relation with sleep
will always be more than enough;
before God and with Him we live without God,
on a cloudy night on the river neither the cook
nor the boy impersonating the dead
nor the officer of prayer
knows
whether He will come
or whether He will come at all
or whether He is still alive.

Beyond in our midst here or there
every secret loses its force;
to fill the vacant places where
a pain might be you return and be quiet
then and now, blue sweet hard and cool,
standing presence as light as smoke.

The sea still glows with a strange light.

I was conscious of my deficiency
and begged to give you the empire.
I knew little and held it in no high esteem: sombre zest
cosa para actrices y productos farmaceuticos.

Many letters reached me
not meant for my eyes;
I have no need of the empire
and have silently forgotten it.

David Colledge, Santiago de Chile, August 2002