Joan Salvat-Papasseit: Missenyora la Mort (Milady Death)

Joan Salvat-Papasseit

Missenyora la Mort,

ha volgut visitar-me

dins les quatre parets de ma cambra

tancada.

Vestia-la una túnica vermella,

i sense soroll d'ossos s'arrossegava

impúdica en son pler.

Missenyora la Mort,

tenia els ulls d'instant.

L'instant que pot occir-me

i pot enamorar-me:

perquè sóc delitós de calenta fretura.

Son rostre fit al meu.

Pro jo ja l'esguardava

perquè s'avergonyís de ses passions,

car m'era el patiment per ma obra

d'esperit.

Missenyora la Mort

m'ha fet una ganyota de menyspreu,

i mercè d'esvair-se

de les quatre parets.

Joan Salvat-Papasseit

© by Marina

Milady Death,

would visit me

in the four walls of my room

entombed.

She wore a scarlet tunic,

and slipped around

no sound of bone

shameless in her pleasure.

Milady Death

had a quick eye.

The quickness that could kill me

seduces me:

for I delight in the fever of need.

Her face fixed on mine.

But I beguiled her

with the shame of her passions,

for the pain they brought

to the labour of my soul.

Milady Death

has grimaced with disdain,

and graced me by her fading

from the four walls.

Joan Salvat-Papasseit