Cantos to Berenice (XVII)

Olga Orozco; Peter Boyle

Cantos to Berenice (XVII)

Olga Orozco
, Peter Boyle

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Abstract

Poem by Olga Orozco, translated from the Spanish by Peter Boyle. First few lines "Though all our traces may be wiped clean just like candles at dawn | and you maybe can't remember in reverse, like the White Queen, | leave me your smile in the air. | Perhaps by now you're as immense as all my dead, | with your skin night after night hiding the overflowing night of farewell..."

Original language	English
Place of Publication	U.K.
Publisher	Shearsman Books
Edition	103 & 104, Summer 2015
Size	1 page
Publication status	Published - 2015

Keywords

Latin American poetry
poetry
translations

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