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By Italo Calvino, Julio Cortázar, Fernando Pessoa, Paul Celan, Nicanor Parra, Francis Ponge, Czesław Miłosz, Vasko Popa, Zbigniew H

Editors: Charles Simic and Mark Strand
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A strong selection--mainly of poems, but additionally a few decisions from Calvino. Many outstanding authors, as you will discover from the checklist above. Paul Celan is winner of a Georg Buchner prize, and there's a pair Nobels up there too (Paz and Milosz).

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First released in 1976, this outstanding anthology from U.S. Poet Laureates, Charles Simic and Mark Strand, compiles a range of the best translated literature of the time, showcasing the then-little-known writers who had a profound impact at the present iteration of poets.

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I’ve constantly been in a rush. evening and day a bee buzzes in my mind. I bounce from morning to nighttime, sleep to waking, crowds to solitude, sunrise to twilight. It’s lifeless that every one of the 4 seasons deals me its opulent desk; lifeless the canary’s morning thrives, the mattress stunning as a river in summer time, that adolescent and its disappointment, bring to a halt to sink into autumn. In useless, the midday solar and its crystals works, the golf green leaves that filter out it, the rocks that deny it, the shadows that sculpt it. All of these wonders I drain in a gulp. I’m going and coming, walking and rolling, getting into and leaving. I listen song, I scratch, i believe, I say, I gander. I slander, i alter my outfits, I say good-by to what i used to be, I’ll linger in what i'll be. not anything stops me. I ’m in a rush, I’m going. the place? I don’t understand, recognize not anything— other than that I’m no longer in my position. From while I first opened my eyes i've got learned that my position isn’t the following the place i'm, yet the place I’m now not, and not were. someplace there’s an empty position, and that vacancy may be packed with me and that i will sit in that gap that might be senselessly teeming with me, effervescent with me till it becomes a fountain or geyser. after which my vacancy, the vacancy of me that i'm now, will refill with itself, choked with being to the edge. I’m in a rush to be. I run at the back of myself, at the back of my position, be­ hind my gap. Who has reserved that position for me? what's my fate’s identify? Who and what's that which strikes me and who and what awaits my arrival to accomplish itself and to accomplish me? I don’t understand, I’m in a rush. although I don’t circulate from my chair, don’t get up and about. even though I flip and switch in my cage. Nailed by means of a reputation, a gesture, a tie, I circulation and take away. This residence, those buddies, those international locations, those palms, this mouth, those letters that shape this photo that got here suddenly from someplace and feature caught in my chest will not be my position. Neither this nor that's my position. All that sustains me and i maintain maintaining my self is a OCTAVIO PAZ / one hundred and five screen, a wall. All that my hurry leaps. This physique deals me its physique, this sea pulls from its stomach seven waves, seven nudes, seven smiles, seven white pleiades. I thank them and burst off. sure, the adventure has been attention-grabbing, the dialog instructive, it's nonetheless early, the functionality has no longer ended, and certainly not do I make the pretense of realizing the finishing. I’m sorry: I’m in a rush. I’m apprehensive to be freed from my hurry. I ’m in a rush to wake myself and upward push with no announcing: good-by, I’m in a rush. outdated Poem Escorted by way of obstinate thoughts, I take sizeable steps up the stairway of tune. Up there at the crystal crests, the sunshine we could fall its vest­ ments. on the front, fountains shoot up, salute me, bend their chattering plumes, and cross down in a murmur that subsides. Hypocritical pomp. inside of, in rooms with graphics, an individual i do know performs a online game of solitaire started in 1870, an individual who had for­ gotten me writes a letter to a chum who hasn’t been born but. doorways, smiles, quiet passages, whispers, corridors the place the blood marches to the beat of mourning drums.

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