Another poem from previously featured poet Delmira Agustini: "El Nudo" ("The Knot")
| El Nudo Su idilio fue una larga sonrisa a cuatro labios... En el regazo cálido de rubia primavera Amáronse talmente que entre sus dedos sabios Palpitó la divina forma de la Quimera. En los palacios fúlgidos de las tardes en calma Hablábanse un lenguaje sentido como un lloro, Y se besaban hondo hasta morderse el alma!... Las horas deshojáronse como flores de oro, Y el Destino interpuso sus dos manos heladas... Ah! los cuerpos cedieron, mas las almas trenzadas Son el más intrincado nudo que nunca fue... En lucha con sus locos enredos sobrehumanos Las Furias de la vida se rompieron las manos Y fatigó sus dedos supremos Ananké... |
The Knot Their idyll was a smile of four lips... In the warm lap of blond spring They loved such that between their wise fingers the divine form of Chimera trembled. In the glimmering palaces of quiet afternoons They spoke in a language heartfelt as weeping, And they kissed each other deeply, biting the soul! The hours fluttered away like petals of gold, Then Fate interposed its two icy hands... Ah! the bodies yielded, but tangled souls Are the most intricate knot that never unfolds... In strife with its mad superhuman entanglements, Life’s Furies rent their coupled hands And wearied your powerful fingers, Ananké*... |
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Los cantos de la mañana, 1910 |
*Ananké: Goddess (Greek) of Unalterable Necessity |
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Delmira Agustini was born in Montevideo, Uruguay, in 1886. At a young age she began to compose and publish poems in literary journals such as "La Alborada," where she wrote a society column under the modernista pen name "Joujou." Soon she attracted the attention of Latin America's preeminent intellectuals who, however, remarked her beauty and youth over her poetry. This mechanism of textualization, that is, the conversion of the female writer into a literary object, haunted Agustini throughout her career and continued even after her tragic death.
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Valerie Martínez
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