Parábola de la paloma
Una paloma vivía en una aldea.
Parable Of The Dove
A dove lived in a village.
When it opened its mouth
sweetness came out,sound
like a silver light around
the cherry bough. But
the dove wasn’t satisfied.
It saw the villagers
gathered to listen under
the blossoming tree.
It didn’t think: I
am higher that they are.
It wanted to walk among them,
to experience the violence of human feeling,
in part for its song’s sake.
So it became human.
It found passion, it found violence,
first conflated, then
as separate emotions
and these were not
contained by music.
Thus its song changed,
the sweet notes of its longing to become human
soured and flattened.Then
the world drew back; the mutant
fell from love
as from the cherry branch,
it fell stained with
the bloody fruit of the tree.
So it is true after all, not merely
a rule of art:
change your form and you change your nature.
And time does this to us.
