A Poet
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Jules Supervielle
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I do not always go alone to the bottom of myself.
I drag more than one live being with me.
Can those who are made to enter my cold caves
ever be sure of coming out again, even for a moment?
Like a sinking vessel, I pull passengers and sailors
pell-mell into my night. I darken their cabins,
I extinguish the light in their eyes.
I make friends with great depths.
Translations by IAN SEED.
Bu metin şairin özgün dilinde (İspanyolca) değil, bir çeviridir.
Bu şiiri puanla
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