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Poetry at its finest

While reading The Motorycle Diaries, I came across this hauntingly beautiful poem written by Otero Silva, a Venezuelan poet and novelist born in 1908:

I heard splashing on the boat
her bare feet
And sensed in our faces
the hungry dusk
My heart swaying between her
and the street, the road
I don’t know where I found the strength
to free myself from her eyes
to slip from her arms
She stayed, crying through rain and glass
clouded with grief and tears
She stayed, unable to cry
Wait! I will come
walking with you.

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  1. manchitra says

    Thanks for posting it here other wise i would have missed it.:)

  2. Have you seen the movie? I have it with me but haven’t seen it yet.

  3. @ Varun: Yeap πŸ™‚

    @ Manchitra: Thanks to Che Guevara for putting it in his travelogue!

    @ Vishesh: πŸ™‚

    @ Amit: Not yet. It is way up on my list now.

    @ Shraddha: yeah πŸ™‚

  4. @ Aadil: My pleasure πŸ™‚

    @ Manchitra: Coming soon! Been a little caught up with packing and last minute errands.

    @ Reema: Congrats!

  5. Feel like riding a bike and just sing a song to someone like the one mentioned in the poem.
    Wow..good you shared it.

  6. @ Nikhil: πŸ™‚

    @ Dev: Read the book. I bet you’ll really go riding a bike after πŸ™‚

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