But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist; flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths in a thicket of new veins, and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders. One day the horses will live in the saloons and the enraged ants will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the eyes of cows.
Another day we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue. Be careful! The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm, and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention of the bridge, or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe, we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes are waiting, where the bear's teeth are waiting, where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting, and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.
Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody is sleeping. If someone does close his eyes, a whip, boys, a whip! Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. Eres como la noche, callada y constelada. Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
5 Lovely Spanish Poems with English Translation
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto. Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan. Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto. I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away. It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Eso es todo.
A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. De otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
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I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. To think that I do not have her.
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To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. Poems from the anthology were published in the U. The anthology was reviewed in the U. SARAS goal, using poetry to exhibit nature and the hopes for a sustainable future, is wonderfully executed.
The response from students, professors and the general public has always been positive, with many teachers interested in using the poems in their classes.
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This is an annual conference that draws 12, writers from around the U. Then drove to Notre Dame University where Virginia held a question and answer session with students and read at the university bookstore. On Earth Day, April 22, , there will be an official book launch reading for the U. We will also take part in other events at the festival and will give a reading at Tulane University. April 27, there will be another reading from the anthology at the Arts and Literature Lab in Madison, Wisconsin.
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Jesse Lee Kercheval. Zona Gale Professor of Poetry. Director, Program in Creative Writing.
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