The poems of literary creationism They juxtapose images and metaphors in a bold way. They also often use an original vocabulary, combining words individually or irrationally.
This experimental literary movement was founded around 1916 in Paris by the Chilean poet Vicente Huidobro.
For his followers, the poet's role was to create an imaginary and highly personal world rather than to describe the world of nature..
This selection of poems from literary creationism contains 5 poems by its greatest representatives: The water mirror Y Someone was going to be born by Vicente Huidobro, Emigrant Y Fountain by Gerardo Diego Cendoya and Inside by Juan Larrea.
In this way, it is possible to observe the main characteristics of the poems of literary creationism: verses marked by linguistic experimentalism, rejection of the imitation of reality and the belief in the autonomy of art.
My mirror, current at night,
It becomes a stream and moves away from my room.
My mirror, deeper than the orb
Where all the swans drowned.
It is a green pond in the wall
And in the middle your anchored nakedness sleeps.
On its waves, under sleepwalking skies,
My dreams drift away like ships.
Standing at the stern you will always see me singing.
A secret rose swells in my chest
And a drunken nightingale flaps on my finger.
Something touches the walls ...
A soul wants to be born.
Still blind.
Someone looking for a door,
Tomorrow your eyes will look.
A noise drowns in the tapestries.
Still can't find?
Well go,
Do not come.
In the life
Only sometimes there is a little sunshine.
However it will come,
Someone is waiting for her
The wind always returns
although each time it brings a different color
And the children of the place
dance around the new kites
Sing kite sing
with open wings
and launch yourself to fly
but never forget your braids
Kites passed
but their shadows hang on the doors
and the trail they left
fertilize the orchards
Through the furrows of the sea
not a single seed stops sprouting
Chafed by the winds and the ships
the foams re-bloom every year
But i love rather
the mountains that lead on their agile loins
the harem stars
Marine shepherd
that without reins or bridle
you guide the waves to their destination
Don't leave me sitting on the road
The wind always returns
Kites too
Drops of blood from her braids rain
And I ride the train
Mechanism of love
My gryphon verses better than the nightingale
And it was you and your dress
what every day I have drunk
night road
next to the royal tree
while the wind waits
the time to open the hospital
But your eyes don't fly anymore
nor do birds nest in dead windows
The water on the balcony
like a forgotten dog
My heart and the bathroom are empty
You can sleep peacefully
No care
Your hair is outside of yourself suffering but forgiving
thanks to the lake that melts in circles
around the drowned whose drip of dead footsteps
deepen in your heart the emptiness that nothing will come to fill
even if you feel the need to darn
even if your neck bends to the slightest whims of the wind
that you explore your attitude and drive away the window there asleep
and open your eyelids and your arms and take
if you need to darn
all your foliage towards your limbs
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