Alfonsina y el mar
Saturday June 23rd 2018, 9:05 pm
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A song I didn’t know existed a month ago. And now could listen to forever. Avishai Cohen’s version for now. I hadn’t realized she was a real person – a modernist poet.   I’ve ordered a facing page edition of her last book, but for now, this, this evening’s version of a quick pickle and a balsamic port reduction.

“Sweet Torture”

My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied

How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life

Alfonsina Storni

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