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Alejandra Pizarnik

Extracción de la piedra de la locura (1968)
Poemas traducidos al inglés por Suzanne Jill Levine

               Trembling hands send me into exile
               Let me not ask for help
               They want me to fall like night, to go and die
               Let me not ask for help.

                        A Dream Where Silence is Golden

    The dog of winter bites my smile. On a bridge, I was naked. I wore a hat with flowers and was dragging my naked corpse that wore a hat with dead leaves.
    I have had many loves—I said—but the most beautiful was my love of mirrors.


               It's always the lilac garden on the far side of the river.
               If the soul asks how far it is, the answer will be:
               not here, but there, on the far side of the river.

                        Tête de jeune fille (Odilon Redon)

                     To André Pieyre de Mandiargues

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