“Family Ties” by Clarice Lispector
I want to write the red blot of blood
with drops and coagula dripping
from within to within.
I want to write yellow-gold
with rays of translucency.
That they understand me not
maters little to me.
I have nothing to lose.
I toss everything to the violence
that has always populated me,
the rough, acute and prolonged shout,
the shout which I,
because of false respect for humanity,
did not give.
But here it goes –the hollow womb
from where the ambitioned rattling sprouts.
I want to embrace the world
with the earthquake caused by a shout.
The climax of my life will be death.
I want to write notions
without the abusive use of words.
All that is left is for me to be naked:
I do not have anything else to lose.
— Copyright © 2010 by Rosangela M Vieira (English Translation of Laços de família). Found here. (Hopefully I got the page breaks correct.)