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Alejandra Pizarnik

your voice
in this inability to escape
my gaze
things rid themselves of me
if it isn’t your voice
turn me into a boat on a river of stones…
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Extracting the Stone of Madness [excerpt]

Don’t speak to me of the sun or I’ll die. Lead me as if I were a little blind princess, like with the slow and careful arrival of autumn in the garden… 171 palabras más

2010 - Present

excerpt from alejandra pizarnik's diary

June 1, 1965 – Buenos Aires

The open walls, the walls have been beaten, the cracks, the fissures, the holes – who will close them up?

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Alejandra Pizarnik—In Honor of A Loss (En Honor de una Pérdida)

About a year ago, I moved to the bay area and for the first time in my life visited City Lights bookstore. As I wandered along its bookshelves, I made my way to find the poetry section. 730 palabras más

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Sous la nuit

Sous la nuit

The absent ones blow greyly and the night is dense. The night’s the colour of the dead man’s eyelids.
        All night I’m on the run, I channel the pursuit and flight, I sing a song for my misfortunes, black birds upon black shrouds. 186 palabras más

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Alejandra Pizarnik

All night I hear the noise of water sobbing. All night I make night in me, I make the day that begins on my account, that sobs because day falls like water through night. 311 palabras más

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