No Truce

by Clara Janés

This is the crystal ball
that hides everything,
but you toss in the equation.
The cloud chamber’s walls
will say something.
The little goats draw near.
I am as much a sphere as an angle,
and I will give you no truce.
Where is that rabbit
that knows all
by not knowing it?
A serpent
comes out of the sea,
comes out,
comes out of the sea


Translated by Louis Bourne.