America: lie down hushed by my side
let your hair fall on my pillow,
press yourself next to my body
the stretched copper of your skin....
Let me tell you about David and Goliath,
about the books I wrote,
about the papers I threw out,
about ever word: poetry and prose,
to know me, always talking
in the house of the other...
I know that your word was silence,
the syllable oppressed
the vocabulary humiliated.
America: lover of mine
and I don't want you to sleep...
I want to tell you a myth,
let me, dear, talk to you about
David and Goliath.