Poem "Headless Mule" by Marcia Theophilo

The day the Headless Mule
came to visit the little town
and everyone remained fearful in their small houses
Yací went out and saw her. Then she told all of us about her.
She was a mule with the head of a woman,
with flowing hair,
she could speak like the dead, shaking her hair
as only a horse can do. But
she continued turning her woman's head
on the body of a mule which could not be stopped
Fury moved her hair.
She was running desperately between the dead,
in the middle of the night, neighing.
When she rid herself of all her anger, and was tired,
Yací came closer,
gave her some water which she drank in big gulps.
Almost crying, her hair ruffled
was full of earth,
branches had scratched her face deeply.
Yací washed her face, and saw her eyes lit
with a remote vision, inaccessible. She recomposed herself.

I want my song between the sun and the stars,
remembers every day that the wave is my form.

How to recount Yací's turbulence!
In her eyes burned
an insatiable desire. This woman with all fury
shook her hair with a contained violence,
then remained there
worn-out lamenting in a kind of strange pleasure.
Yací went closer. The moon's light allowed her
to see better the color of her eyes:
was that of incandescent honey.
This strange animal came nearer to her, licking
her face with voluptuousness.
This animal betwixt woman and horse placed on Yací's breasts,
two strange pointed breasts which almost wounded her and the thick
hair the color of bronze enveloped her.
The mouth extended over the whole body
and Yací betwixt fear and attraction almost fainted,
but was continually shaken
by violent and light caresses. Suddenly,
with a brusque movement of her hair
she abandoned her. And for a long time Yací remains immobile,
nude in the shrubs that surround her.
A few leaves fall softly
on her face, as though they wanted to feel
that which she had felt.
The trees that were near her did not move their branches,
and yet a wind rose that played lightly
on the leaves that remained rigid.
The fear of the Headless Mule
made the other living beings run away.

Márcia Theóphilo - 1984
English version by Hania Kochanski -2000

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