To the Future Poets

Yet I don't care that no one understands between these nearly contemporary bodies,
They don't live like mine, a body from a mad land struggling to become wings to reach the wall of space that separates my years from your future.
I just want my arm to meet another friendly arm,
Another pair of eyes shares what I see.
Although you will never know with what kind of love I use today to search for the shadow of your soul in the white abyss of future time, and learn from her to settle my passion according to new standards.
——Cernuda, "To the Poets of the Future"
If the art of poetry has its patron saints, like Dickinson and Paul Celan, then Cernuda is among them.
—Harold Bloom The least Spanish of Spanish poets.
—Octavio Paz

2021-07-01

人民文学出版社

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9787020169207