But I wish I could find her work in English!
Her poem, "Anatomy of Love," appearing in the long out-of-print anthology THE PROSE POEM and translated from Spanish by Linda Sheer, begins:
1
TO THINK ABOUT ONE THING
Why can't I think, with the left half of my head the same things I think with the right half?
or why is there a thought a the nape off the neck that doesn't prop up the thought at the forehead, and belies it by making signals from behind?,
(You ask me: what are you thinking about? --About less than one thing: about so many things!--I answer: about nothing.)
or why do I think with more layers than an agate of an onion?
: a thought from the inside grows and pushes until the last shell exploded, and it is also in immediate danger, made thin by another thought which pushes from further inside.
But I think of you in the inside of the inside, with a thought that grows contrariwise, in centripetal wonder, like a figs flowers: there, where to think about one thing is more than to thing about only one.
And then there is this one . . .
Problema
Calcular
(dado el producto de la multiplicación de las caricias
el número de golpes de ala por segundo con que la pasión
compensa el peso de los cuerpos
la velocidad adquirida al pensarnos
la resistencia del aire a todas nuestras iniciativas voladoras
el intervalo admisible entre la temperatura máxima y la
temperatura mínima del deseo
las intermitencias con que fabricamos nuestra continuidad
el margen de error tolerable para un ingreso simultáneo
en el olvido que sabes
las probabilidades de reincidir por falta de recuerdo
la mayor o menor necesidad de un postre metafísico al
banquete carnívoro
el porcentaje de limaduras virutas rebabas que pueden ser
recicladas in situ
y la fuerza de gravedad de toda alegría
y la trayectoria asíntota al más estrellado techo)
la condición necesaria y suficiente de este amor.
Even the google translator lets you see how lovely this poem is ---
Problem
Calculate (given the product of the multiplication
of caresses
the number of wing beats per second
with which passion compensates for the weight of the bodies
the speed acquired when thinking
the air resistance to all our flying
initiatives
the permissible range between the
maximum temperature and the
minimum temperature of desire
the intermittences with which we manufacture our continuity
the margin of error tolerable for simultaneous entry
in oblivion you know the chances
of reoffending due to lack of memory
the greater or lesser need for a metaphysical
dessert at carnivore feast
the percentage of filings chips
burrs that can be recycled in situ
and the force of gravity of all joy
nd the asymptotic trajectory to the most starry ceiling)
the necessary and sufficient condition of this love.