Jose Asuncion Silva

(1865 - 1896 / Colombia)

Jose Asuncion Silva Poems

41. Crisalidas 9/14/2012
42. Crepusculo 3 9/14/2012
43. Melancolía (Silva) 9/14/2012
44. Nocturno 1 (Silva) 9/14/2012
45. Sinfonia Color De Fresa Con Leche 9/14/2012
46. La Respuesta De La Tierra 9/14/2012
47. Midnight Dreams 9/14/2012
48. Los Maderos De San Juan 9/14/2012
49. Ars 9/14/2012
50. Butterflies 4/6/2010
51. Nocturno (Silva) 9/14/2012
52. The Woodsmen Of San Juan 4/6/2010
53. Suspiro (Yearning) 4/6/2010
54. For The Reader's Ear 4/6/2010
55. Dusk 4/6/2010
56. Nocturne Iii 1/1/2004
57. Childhood 4/6/2010
58. Chrysalises 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Jose Asuncion Silva


The little girl, though very ill,
Went out one morning
To wander, with faltering footsteps,
The nearby hill.
She brought back mountain flowers
In which she hid
A chrysalis and, unknowing, set it
Close beside her bed.

A few days later, at the moment
She lay dying,
We all gathered round, our eyes
Red with crying,
And at the instant she departed
The whisper of wings
Was heard, and through the window,
Taking flight, escaping
Into the waiting garden, wafted
A golden butterfly.

Hurriedly, I searched for the insect’s
Now empty ...

Read the full of Chrysalises

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;

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