Jules Supervielle

Jules Supervielle Poems

It’s good to have chosen
A living home
And housed time
In a ceaseless heart
...

Quand dorment les soleils sous nos humbles manteaux
Dans l'univers obscur qui forme notre corps,
Les nerfs qui voient en nous ce que nos yeux ignorent
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Have these faces come from my memory
and have these gestures touched earth, or sky?
Is this man alive as he seems to believe
with his voice, and this smoke on his lips?
...

I shuffle faces like cards
in spite of myself, and all
are dear to me. Sometimes
one falls to the ground
...

5.

Fish with your slow memories in deep creeks,
what can I do here with these? I know nothing
of you, except a little foam and shadow
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I do not always go alone to the bottom of myself.
I drag more than one live being with me.
Can those who are made to enter my cold caves
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If you touch his hand, it's without knowing.
You remember him, but under another name.
In the middle of the night, in your deepest sleep
you say his real name and invite him to stay.
...

One day the Earth will be
just a blind space turning,
night confused with day.
...

Jules Supervielle Biography

Jules Supervielle was born in 1884 in Uruguay. His life was divided between Montevideo, where he was born, and Paris, where he was educated. The freshness and originality of his works are often attributed to his South American background. His stories treat grand subjects with everyday simplicity, making much use of fantasy, allegory, and myth.)

The Best Poem Of Jules Supervielle

Homage To Life

It’s good to have chosen
A living home
And housed time
In a ceaseless heart
And seen my hands
Alight on the world,
As on an apple
In a little garden,
To have loved the earth,
The moon and the sun
Like old friends
Who have no equals,
And to have committed
The world to memory
Like a bright horseman
To his black steed,
To have given a face
To these words — woman, children,
And to have been a shore
For the wandering continents
And to have come upon the soul
With tiny strokes of the oars,
For it is scared away
By a brusque approach.
It is beautiful to have known
The shade under the leaves,
And to have felt age
Creep over the naked body,
And have accompanied pain
Of black blood in our veins,
And gilded its silence
With the star, Patience,
And to have all these words
Moving around in the head,
To choose the least beautiful of them
And let them have a ball,
To have felt life,
Hurried and ill loved,
And locked it up
In this poetry.

Jules Supervielle Comments

Need more poems by Jules including more of the vividness of South American poets.

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