María Montero (Costa Rica)
Por:
María Montero
Traductor:
Nicolás Suescún
PROMETEO
Latinoamerican Poetry Magazine
84-85. July 2008.
I am
I am the great Virginia Grütter, do you remember her?
the one that spits tobacco in the corners
and is hoarse from so much shouting
and walks like a painted-up and staggering trail
I am Marguerite Duras with her young lover
and her refined and alcoholic life
I am Simone de Beauvoir even with her Jean Paul Sartre
and her intellect and feminism and academy
I am the imbecile femme who coming from a dusty town
talks about French eroticism
before an audience of subnormal persons
I am the lowest whore dragged along by the hair
filthy and naked
I am the poor wretch
who hasn’t a shred of brains
a hypochondriac
who walks like an idiot waiting for the father of her children
or the priest
to give her an alms
I am
the one with the body carved on the stone
the one that wastes her eyes in the sand
the one that cannot talk about love so easily