Soma
Resources => Poetry [Public] => Topic started by: nichi on November 12, 2006, 02:59:49 PM
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Oh, what blind joy
What hunger to use up
the air that we breathe,
the mouth, the eye, the hand.
What biting itch
to spend absolutely all of ourselves
in one single burst of laughter.
Oh, this impudent, insulting death
That assassinates us from afar,
over the pleasure we take in dying
for a cup of tea …
for a faint caress.
~Jose Gorostiza
From "Death Without End"
Quoted in The Eagle's Gift
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Oh what blind joy...
yep
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Water, don't flee from thirst, pause!
Pause, oh clear insomniac, in the vastness
of this uninterrupted dream which hurries
the febrile language of the current.
The simulacrum of your mind lies to you,
between rumors, live; immature,
that deep tension loves that thirst,
with which dodged your arrow from the fountain.
Pause, water, you rush, why in so much
i blinded you and strangled the song,
you should dictate to the dead zones;
that by your own calculated death,
all you leave me is hardened skin
oh movement! brute which you abandon.
Jose Gorostiza