13 poems to remember Alejandra Pizarnik

Flora Alejandra Pizarnik was born in Avellaneda on April 29, 1936, into a family of Russian immigrants who lost their original surname when settling in Argentina: before being Argentineans, the Pizarniks were the Pozharniks . He studied at the Escuela Normal Mixed in Avellaneda and was received in 1953. A year later he began studying Philosophy and Letters at the University of Buenos Aires, at the same time he began in the world of arts by the hand of surrealist painter Batlle Planas . In addition to painting he studied journalism, technique he would use to write reviews in different newspapers.

In 1955 he published his first book of poems: La tierra más exajena , by publishing house Botella al Mar. Five years later, with four books published, he moved to Paris . There he worked for the magazine “Cuadernos” and several French publishers, published poems and reviews in various newspapers, translated Antonin Artaud, Henri Michaux, Aimé Cesairé, and Yves Bonnefoy, and studied the history of religion and French literature in the Sorbonne. In those years he met Octavio Paz, Julio Cortázar and Ivonne Bordelois. He returned to Buenos Aires in 1964, met his friend Silvina Ocampo and published seven other works with poems, writings, surreal stories and even short novels. In 1971, he received the Fulbright Scholarship.

1.  DAYS AGAINST DREAM 
   
   Do not want white rolling
   on a movable plant.
   Don't want voices stealing arched aerial
   seeds.
   I don't want to live a thousand
   trifle oxygens crossed into the sky.
   I don't want to move my curve
   without waxing the current blade.
   Not wanting to beat
   the magnet, the espadrille frays.
   Not wanting to touch abstracts to
   get to my last brown hair.
   Not wanting to beat soft tails
   trees place leaves.
   Do not want to bring without chaos
   portable words.


2.  Farewell 
   
   Kills his light an abandoned fire.
   A bird in love rises her singing.
   So many avid creatures in my silence
   and this little rain that accompanies me
3. 
   
   Naked
    Dawn dreaming a solar night.
   I've laid animal days.
   Wind and rain erased me
   like a fire, like a poem
   written on a wall.


4.  Only a name 
   
   Alexandra Alexandra
   underneath me I
   Alexandra
   
5.  Nothing 
   
   The wind dies in my wound.
   The night I beg for my blood.


6.  Fear 
   
   In the echo of my deaths there is
   still fear.
   Do you know about fear?
   I know the fear when I say my name.
   It's fear,
   fear in a black hat
   hiding rats in my blood,
   or fear with dead lip
   drinking my desires.
   Yeah. In the echo of my deaths there is
   still fear.


7.  The lack 
   
   I don't know about birds, I
   don't know the history of fire.
   But I think my loneliness should have wings.


8.  12 
   
   no more the sweet metamorphosis of a
   sleepwalking silk girl now on the mist ledge
   her awakening of hand breathing
   flower that opens to the wind
   
9.  13 
   
   explain with words of this world
   that a ship left me with


10.  15 I
    
    miss getting used to
    the time I was born.
    I miss not practicing any more newcomer
    trade.


11.  18 
    
    Like a poem aware
    of the silence of things
    you speak so as not to see me
    
12.  The word that heals 
    
    Waiting for a world to be dug up by language, someone sings the place where silence is formed. Then he will see that there is not the sea because he is angry, nor the world. That's why every word says what it says and more and something else.


13.  The last innocence to
    
    depart
    in body and soul
    .
    
    Starting
    to get rid of the eyes oppressive
    stones
    that sleep in the throat.
    
    I have to leave
    no more inertia under the sun,
    no more blood,
    no more line up to die.
    
    I have to leave
    
    But lash out, traveler!

Source: Cultua.gob.ar