Poem

Wake of Omens

by Eugenio Granell

At the bottom of the river constructor of statues of smoke
At the bottom of the river that burns the shade
At the bottom of the river roosters the raveners of columns
At the bottom of the river cloudy with glances
At the bottom of the river trains are sleeping
At the bottom of the river man sings of soot
At the bottom of the river exactly where the labyrinth stretches out
At the bottom of the river the pennants are bleeding
At the bottom of the river lances also shout about the abysm
At the bottom of the river with its chest bursting with medals
At the bottom of the river boiling calm deaf pallid
At the bottom of the river with boxes of soap and leather leaves
At the bottom of the river crystalline hanging porticos creak
At the bottom of the river where now the monuments witout stairways or linnets are kept hidden
At the bottom of the river the shadow of the pebble effaced by the dark sign
At the bottom of the river of slate and cantharides
At the bottom of the river is compressed a mass of tokens professors conclusions and cardboard theses
At the bottom of the river the daylight artists say yes say no
At the bottom of the river incandescent myrtle
At the bottom of the river priestesses lie between parsley and giants
At the bottom of the river the wrath of the arterial castle is appeased
At the bottom of the river ah! there at the bottom
At the bottom of the river mountains of coves and clouds
At the bottom of the river the fly and the centaur seen as mortar
At the bottom of the river the invisible figure of the miniscule talking in quisitortied by the tail
At the bottom of the river shadeless as it sounds without shades
At the bottom of the river the reign of your amber body
At the bottom of the river 
At the bottom of the river
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER
At the bottom of the river

Translated from the Spanish, Estela de presagios, by Philip Lamantia and N.J. Peters