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XXXII
SIEN EN
[Erín Moure (Montreal)]
999 calories.*
Rhummmbl Trapperrr ach... chazz Meandering u of the briouuuche vendor spinfaffling deep into the ear.
Here’s to ice-cubes! But no.
Here’s to whoever budges the least. Here’s to the happy medium.
1,000 calories.
The gringo firmament goes blue and laughs up its massive languor. Down
goes the duped sun and jaggles those noggins most chill.
Go cuckoo: Rooooooo iiiis...... soft roadway, thirst-rippled, heads right to the beach.
XXXII (Dog Days)
by César Vallejo, tr. Erín Moure (canicule of June)
Air, air! Ice!
If only the heat (_________ Best
that I clam up.
Even the pen-tip
I’m writing with finally goes bust.
Thirty-three trillion three-hundred and thirty- three calories.**
*A measure of the heat needed to raise the temperature of 1 g of water by 1 degree cen- tigrade.
**33,000,000,000,000,333. It’s too bloody hot. Hot as Paris in summer, hot as Montréal on June 23. I’m getting out of here.
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