Sunday, July 21, 2013

EVERYTHING USED TO LOOK GOOD TO ME ~










Nicanor Parra





Now everything looks bad to me



an old telephone with a little bell

was enough to make me the happiest creature alive

an armchair — almost anything



Sunday mornings

I'd go to the flea market

and come back with a wall clock

— anyway with the case —

or with a pensioned-off victrola

to my shack at La Reina

where Chamaco was waiting for me

and the lady who used to be his mother

in those days



those were happy days

or at least nights without pain



1970

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Translated by W. S. Merwin


http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/03/26/our-twilight-lands/







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