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Alejandra Pizarnik

It’s sunny outside. It’s only a sun Yet men look at it and sing. I don’t know about the sun. I know about the melody of angels and the heated sermon of the last wind. I know how to scream until dawn when death settles naked on my shadow. I cry beneath my name. I… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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Alejandra Pizarnik

your voicein this inability to escapemy gazethings rid themselves of meif it isn’t your voiceturn me into a boat on a river of stonesa rain isolated in my fevered silenceyou undo my eyesand I askyou pleaseto speak to meforever —Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Presence,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 – 1972. (New Directions Publishing… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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Alejandra Pizarnik

[All night I hear the noise of water sobbing.] 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.          All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out.… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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Alejandra Pizarnik

And it’s always the lilac garden on the other side of the river. If the soul should ask you if that is far from here, you should say, On the other side of the river, not this one, but the one over there.  — Alejandra Pizarnik, from “For Octavio Paz,” Extracting the Stone of Madness:… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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Alejandra Pizarnik

your voice in this being unable to move away from my gaze things dispossess me make of me a ship on a river of stones if your voice is not rain alone in my feverish silence you unbind my eyes and please may you never stop speaking ever — Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Presence,” Antología Poética… Continue reading Alejandra Pizarnik

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