Para empezar: no moriremos de poesía / Guillermo Sucre

To begin: we won’t die of poetry

To begin: we won’t die of poetry

no one has the word even if they speak
or everyone has it even if they’re quiet

poets in their time arrive crookedly

I’m going with those who are leaving
and I’m not coming back

I announce to those who announce nothing

the poet’s eye takes hold of the world

condemned to reality by the reality
we invent
(reality, reality, don’t abandon me)

{ Guillermo Sucre, En el verano cada palabra respira en el verano, Buenos Aires: Editorial Alfa, 1976 }

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