Biography of Jules Supervielle
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.
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Jules Supervielle Poems
Homage To Life
It’s good to have chosen A living home And housed time In a ceaseless heart
I shuffle faces like cards in spite of myself, and all are dear to me. Sometimes one falls to the ground
In a Foreign Country
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?
Nocturne en plein jour
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
One day the Earth will be just a blind space turning, night confused with day.
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.
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
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
In a Foreign Country
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?
Chairs, tables, unfeeling wood, you I can touch
in this snowy country whose language I do not know.
Stove, with your warmth whispering to my hands,
who is this man before you who resembles me
even in my past, knowing what I think,