Nicanor Parra

(September 5, 1914 / Chillán)

Chronos


In Santiago, Chile
The days are interminably long:
Several eternities in a day.

Like the vendors of seaweed
Travelling on the backs of mules:
You yawn - you yawn again.

Yet the weeks are short
The months go racing by
And the years have wings.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Sara Jordan (7/31/2007 9:38:00 PM)

    Ì`m chilean and, reading this I get the feeling that Parra's work hasn't been showned to reforce the value it does have.
    I suggest a revision of his work and the translation of some of his wooks, or at least one, 'Poemas y Antopoemas', as a whole so the searcher gets a notion of his stetic, value and ruptures wuithin the time of the publications.
    He is our Ezra Pound. (Report) Reply

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