Jose Asuncion Silva

(1865 - 1896 / Colombia)

Jose Asuncion Silva Poems

1. Nocturne Iii 1/1/2004
2. Dusk 4/6/2010
3. Chrysalises 4/6/2010
4. Childhood 4/6/2010
5. For The Reader's Ear 4/6/2010
6. Suspiro (Yearning) 4/6/2010
7. The Woodsmen Of San Juan 4/6/2010
8. Sinfonia Color De Fresa Con Leche 9/14/2012
9. Nocturno (Silva) 9/14/2012
10. Butterflies 4/6/2010
11. Ars 9/14/2012
12. Los Maderos De San Juan 9/14/2012
13. Midnight Dreams 9/14/2012
14. La Respuesta De La Tierra 9/14/2012
15. Nocturno 1 (Silva) 9/14/2012
16. Melancolía (Silva) 9/14/2012
17. Día De Difuntos 9/14/2012
18. Crepusculo 3 9/14/2012
19. A Un Pesimista 9/14/2012
20. Crisalidas 9/14/2012
21. Vejeces 9/14/2012
22. La Calavera 9/14/2012
23. Serenata (José Asunción Silva) 9/14/2012
24. Egalité 9/14/2012
25. Idilio - 1 9/14/2012
26. Las Ondinas 9/14/2012
27. Humo 9/14/2012
28. Un Poema 9/14/2012
29. A Ti (Silva) 9/14/2012
30. Las Voces Silenciosas 9/14/2012
31. Muertos 9/14/2012
32. Al Oído Del Lector 9/14/2012
33. Estrellas Fijas 9/14/2012
34. Enfermedades De La Ninez 9/14/2012
35. Sub-Umbra 9/14/2012
36. Edenia 9/14/2012
37. La Noches Del Holgar 9/14/2012
38. Gutierrez Najera 9/14/2012
39. A Veces 9/14/2012
40. Adriana 9/14/2012
Best Poem of Jose Asuncion Silva

Nocturne Iii

One night
one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
one night
in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows,
slowly by my side, pressed altogether close, silent and pale,
as if a presentiment of infinite bitternesses
agitated you unto the most hidden fibers of your being,
along the flowering path which crosses the plain
you walked;
and the full moon
in the infinite and profound blue heavens scattered its white light;
and your shadow,
fine and languid,
and my shadow ...

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Dusk

The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling
Through the curtains of late afternoon.

From outside come unfamiliar sounds
And weary children interrupt their play
While in every corner of the house
Fairies awaken at the end of day.

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