Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Some Things Ought Not Be Lost

This comment at Althouse reminded me of a poem I saw on a city bus way back when. I’ve been remembering it and forgetting it – off and on – for more than twenty years.
I don’t know how to make a man.
Maybe my hands make one while I'm asleep
And when it is finished
They wake me up completely
And show it to me.
I seriously doubt I’m remembering it exactly. I couldn’t find it on the internet. I believe the credited author was a man with an Hispanic name. I envy him.

ADDED: In the comments, the one and only Triangle Man identified the poet, Roberto Juarroz. I'm going to do another blog entry for the poem, to get it right. The bus poster I saw years ago was part of the Streetfare Journal Poetry Collection.


Triangle Man said...

Roberto Juarroz?

From Yahoo via Google

Bissage said...

Wow! That blew my mind. Thank you so very much, Triangle Man!

Triangle Man said...

You are welcome. We use Google-fu only for good, never for evil.

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