Poesía

Pablo Neruda (audio)

April 8, 2013 // 0 Comments

Crepusculario. Santiago, Ediciones Claridad, 1923. Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Santiago, ditorial Nascimento, 1924. Tentativa del hombre infinito. Santiago, Editorial Nascimento, 1926. [+]

Ted Kooser | Poetry Reading

April 8, 2013 // 0 Comments

U.S. Poet Laureate (2004-2006) Ted Kooser is a major poetic voice for rural and small town America and the award-winning author of ten collections of poetry, most recently 2004’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Delights and Shadows. [+]

A Solas en Casa

April 7, 2013 // 0 Comments

no quiero mover un dedo me abandono me ensimismo me fugo del devenir y del progreso me oculto en los armarios de la infancia en la cueva del autista prueba de ello son las colillas que deja por todas partes el desasosiego [+]

Todd Alcott | Television

March 24, 2013 // 0 Comments

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me, look at me, look at me. Look at me. No no no, don’t look over there, there’s nothing to look at over there, look at me, look at me, look at me.Are you looking at me? Is everybody looking at me? Do I have your attention? Good. [+]

Robert Frost | Spring Pools

March 24, 2013 // 0 Comments

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect the total sky almost without defect, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, and yet not out by any brook or river, But up by roots to bring dark foliage on. [+]

Terry Jacobus | So Edgar Allen Poe was in this Car

March 24, 2013 // 0 Comments

So Edgar Allan Poe was in this car goin’ the wrong way on ol’ 66 and it’s snowin’ hard and he’s pissed off and worried about everything so he manages to pull over to the side and his woman gets outta the car to check out the situation but Edgar… [+]

The Doors | Ghost Song

March 24, 2013 // 0 Comments

Awake. Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day’s divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon. Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side. [+]

Cisne Negro

March 11, 2013 // 0 Comments

Pesados son mis remos, pero aún flotan, …al cisne negro que tendió sus alas… Eres… ¿quién ahí? ni en mis horas de aislamiento me consientes; las aguas se portan iracundas, para conmigo quien le entrega sus ojos dulcísimos; jamás se me cruzó el sol como un cínico. [+]

El Lobo

March 11, 2013 // 0 Comments

Cuando sobre sus patas camina, recoge la mesa con sus brazos de mantis; la mesa donde sacrificamos, y a la misma vez destazamos,
sin ofrecer resistencia, el cordero. [+]

Sylvia Plath | Daddy

March 11, 2013 // 0 Comments

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. [+]

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