Friday, August 12, 2022

"The Poet's Corner..."


Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.

Alejandra Pizarnik (1936 -1972), from “French Poems”, translated from the French by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander 



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