A song by Marvel the Duck for his fragile little head
Translated by Urayoán Noel
Be gooood, head of mine, head that spurts, seas and slights
Be propitious, cavern of trills; cavern of grains, abundance of disasters
Brain of beneficent multitudes, cave of branches in the air
Be generous, my head, head of thorns, don’t abandon me
I cast my days at you, like I cast in my dreams
The bones of my parents—Down a salty ravine, a teeming, puerile precipice
Where I would look at myself. Be diligent, my friend, be daring, and above all
Don’t talk to the bramble.
When I saw the stars of this world shining, I dimmed my gaze
I saw the end of bosses, I saw the end of all the last bosses
Be very prudent, my friend, bride of the swamp, exclusive partner
Of shipwrecks and ancestral land.
Be caaareful, girl, my girl
What you have seen could, easily, deceive you.
Translated from the Spanish
Notes:
Read the Spanish-language original by Wingston González, “Canción de Marvel el Pato a su frágil cabecita.”
Source:
Poetry
(November 2022)
