Madrigals by Nicolás Guillén
that hazy crocodile swimming in the black Zambeze of your eyes
Madrigals
by Nicolás Guillén 1
I. Your belly knows more than your brain and as much as your muscles. That is the strong black wit of your naked body. Yours is the mark of the jungle— with your bright red collars, your bracelets of beaten gold, and that hazy crocodile swimming in the black Zambeze of your eyes. II. On the tips of your fingers the nails hang like a cluster of ten purple grapes. Your skin, when the glowing barge of your body founders and sinks in your mirror, singes the delicate algae shy in the murky depths.
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Poetry (October 1948). Translated by Robert Brittain from Spanish.
The black Zambeze of your eyes is what got me!
Beautiful, and very 'Song of Songs.'