XI.
Susan Sherman
XI.
There is no way to imagine her final hours what she saw
when she finally descended into that darkness she loved
so well Desire once a pawn of intellect became real
loss made it real As once she had drawn her own blood
marveled at its consistency her confession flowing onto
parchment the unanswerable exploding her soul questions
impossible to grasp the truth of limitation the outline
of our bodies as we confront ourselves Sor Juana
What was it like to believe in word as symbol music magic
hieroglyph Plato and Christ bound together ungraceful lovers
What is more ephemeral than words the pretence of
numbers Sor Juana Did you try one last time
to make that leap of faith to purify yourself to make of
yourself the gold without blemish reaching for the divine
inside yourself only to discover once again you were
only human or did you ultimately succeed forsaking your last
breath as you finally let go
Excerpted from The Light that Puts an End to Dreams, a suite of Poems for Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz