from Absolute Solitude

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For God’s sake, don’t touch me. The hands of a leper might fill you with fear, but these hands of mine will fill you with dread. They are cold and meek and moist and for a reason I myself fail to understand they have the vicious apathy of a corpse.

 

Translated from the Spanish by James O’Connor.

Dulce María Loynaz (1902–1997) was a Cuban poet.

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