Jules Supervielle

(1884 - 1960 / Uruguay)

Homage To Life - Poem by Jules Supervielle

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.

Comments about Homage To Life by Jules Supervielle

  • Lantz Pierre (1/18/2017 11:22:00 AM)

    All the ways in which a mere human, a mortal, born of blood and bound to die, exceeds all that he may encounter by absorbing within himself without prejudice or malice the world and every experience he may wonder into and through. A lifetime spent becoming transcendent. Powerful stuff. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/20/2008 7:33:00 AM)

    'And to have been a shore
    For the wandering continents'
    Perfectly …
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  • (6/17/2007 5:53:00 AM)

    Superb! ....Yet, I'm pretty sure others will hate it. Pessimists I guess...! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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