Carlos Barbarito

Rookie (6 de febrero de 1955 / Pergamino, Buenos Aires, Argentina)

It Does Not Matter In What Language One Writes... - Poem by Carlos Barbarito

It does not matter in what language one writes.
All language is foreign, incomprehensible.
Every word, as soon as pronounced,
flees far away, where nothing or nobody can reach it.
It does not matter how much is known.
Nobody can read.
Nobody knows what lightning is
and even less when it is reflected
in the polished metal of a knife.
Now, night seems a sea.
On that sea we row,
dispersed, in silence.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 10, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 20, 2010


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