Well, where I am today is not much further than where I was yesterday. I did go to the bookstore last night and looked for the book by de la Selva, but they didn't have it. I was slightly miffed. Damn to the depths the management of Barnes and Noble! I might have to venture to their biggest rival (though coffee superior), Borders, later on to see if it is available there. If not, I'll have to compare the de la Selva poem I liked to somebody else. I'm not sure I would enjoy that project as much. I mean, Pablo Neruda is super cool and all but I liked discovering somebody who seemed to be new.
I've decided to include the poem I liked, just for fun.
"The Bullet"
by Salomón de la Selva
The bullet that kills me
will be a bullet with a soul.
The soul of this bullet would be like a rose
if flowers could sing;
or the perfume of a topaz
if gems had a fragrance;
or the skin of a song
if it were possible
for our hands to touch naked music.
If it strikes me in the head,
it will say: "I'm trying to find out how deep your thoughts are."
If it enters my heart,
it will say: "I just want to show you how much I love you."
from the collection Modern Poetry from Spain and Latin American translated by Nan Braymer and Lillian Lowenfels; published by Corinth Books, New York, 1964.
I was going to do a works cited entry, but that would be all too predictable.
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Nora,still highly amusing. Not sure I can comment on the veracity of your assessment of the coffee at both bookstores. I really like that poem though. I see why you would want to stick with this poet.
Nora,
You may have better luck finding a collection of de la Selva's poetry at a local library--let me know if you want my help.
By the way, did you know that "de la Selva" means "from the jungle"?
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