Olga Orozco (born Olga Noemí Gugliotta, March 17, 1920 – August 15, 1999) was an Argentine poet.
WHILE HAPPINESS DIES
I have seen happiness lose its way
crying out through a shadowy and lonely woods
where its last day was passed, silent,
forgetting mankind like the spent leaves
that a slow season clings to.
Never again, disdainful between afternoons,
its golden mask,
luminous hands conducting dreams
to a thirsty life, the fugitive cloak,
its deceiving reflection in the ivy that
memories guard like a lost king.
Oh, the sorrowful repose of earth!
Someone is still waiting with the indecisive river
that blood holds:
he who in his obscurity strikes vainly at walls
pursuing a shadow taller than its nights,
and the terse ash barely looks at dawn and some
flower withers on his chest;
and over there the others
those who search for that corner of air prepared to form
like the anterior body that it inhabited
in remote ages.
They want to seize a path in the dust,
to detain in light their poor paradises made of slow,
but that puff suffices,
it barely shudders the oscillating branches,
to barter peace for death,
for a sluggish habit of desires.
Because man lives undefended in his happiness
and only then, while his vain melody dies
in the distance
do our faces recover our invincible aura.