metaphorformetaphor
“What I want from this poem is the loosening of my throat.”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
(New Directions, 2016)
#alejandra pizarnik
feral-ballad
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, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”
derangedrhythms
And you didn’t want to recognize me when I told you of the thing in me that was you.
Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962–1972; Uncollected Poems (1962–1972) from ‘In Honor of a Loss’, tr. Yvette Siegert