Friday, May 14, 2010

when the moon was an ear (3 poems by vicente huidobro)

New Song:

Inside the Horizon
SOMEONE WAS SINGING

The voice
is not known
WHERE DOES IT COME FROM

Among the branches
No one is to be seen

The moon itself was an ear

And one hears
no sound

However
a star unnailed
Has fallen into the pond

THE HORIZON
HAS CLOSED UP

And there is no exit
-----

Blind:

Beyond the last window
the bells of the Sacre'-Coer
Make the leaves fall

ON THE SUMMIT
A BLIND MAN


Eyelids full of muscic
Raises his hands
in the midst of the void

She who comes from afar
Has not given him her arm

He is all alone
And with broken voice

He sings a melody
that no one
has understood
-----

Midnight
:

The hours glide
Like drops of water on a window pane

Midnight silence

Fear unrolls in the air
And the wind
hides at the bottom of the well

OH

It's a leaf
We think the world is going to end
Time

stirs in the shadow

Everyone is asleep
A SIGH
Inside the house someone has died
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from the cubist poets in paris, an anthology, huidobro's poems here are most likely from the 1920's but the book only cites the originals used for the translations, not the original dates of the poems (which is very annoying...). i would also check out huidobro's manifestos, published several years ago by green integer.

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