[ SECRET POST #2598 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2598 ⌋

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Re: What's your favourite poem?

[lynx]

I love TS Eliot, and I think Maiakovsky is beautiful. "Alone with Everybody" by Bukowsky also resonates deeply within me. But my favorite poem is the Canto II of Huidobro's Altazor, which I translated into English some years ago here. (This translation is from 2007, so I apologize if my English was too clunky back then). I'll copy-paste only a couple of stanzas because it's damn long >>;;


Woman, the world is furnish'd by your eyes
The sky goes higher in your presence
The earth prolongs itself from rose to rose
And the air prolongs itself from dove to dove

When you leave you place a star instead
You let your lights fall as the passing ship
While my song follows you
As a faithful and melancholic snake
And you turn your head from some star

Which combat is being unleashed in the space?
Those spears of light between the planets

Mirage of unmercyful armors
Which bloodied star won't let you pass?
Where are you, sad nightwalker
Giver of infinity
Who strolls in the forest of the dreams

Here I am, lost between deserted seas
Alone as the feather falling from a night bird
Here I am in a tower of coldness
Warmed by the memory of your maritime lips
By the memory of your surrenders and your hair
Glowing and unleashed as the mountain rivers
Were you going to be blind, so God gave you those hands?
I’m asking you again

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