Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LA LENGUA

        THE ALIEN

A petal drifted loose

From a great magnolia bloom,

Your face hung in the gloom,

Floating, white and close.

We seemed alone: but another

Bent o'er you with lips of flame,

Unknown, without a name,

Hated, and yet my brother.

Your one short moan of pain

Was an exorcising spell:

The devil flew back to hell;

We were alone again.

   Aldous Huxley

Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LENGUA

          DARKNESS

My close-walled soul has never known

That innermost darkness, dazzling sight,

Like the blind point, whence the visions spring

In the core of the gazer's chrysolite…

The mystic darkness that laps God's throne

In a splendour beyond imagining,

So passing bright.

But the many twisted darknesses

That range the city to and fro,

In aimless subtlety pass and part

And ebb and glutinously flow;

Darkness of lust and avarice,

Of the crippled body and the crooked heart…

These darknesses I know.

                           Aldous Huxley