poem by Andrés Morales
We were all going to be Rimbaud,
we were all going to be Artaud,
we were all going to be Poe.
The truth is that neither Verlaine,
nor any minor poet, neither those lines
of the little court scrivener.
Nothing, not even in the air, not one poem:
We were all going straight to the charnel house.
(Traducción al inglés del Prof. Rodolfo Rojo)