The uncollected poems presented here (written between 1969 and 1971)

Alejandra Pizarnik: She wants to speak…

  2  [untitled] She wants to speak, but I know what she is. She believes love is death—even if everything devoid of love disgusts her. Since her love makes her innocent, why should she speak? Mistress of the Castle, her fingers play upon mirrors of pronouns. With every word I write I remember the void … Continue reading →