It might only be at Anthony's house..but it's possible I lost my volume of Gorostiza poems. That should teach me to not bring a tome with sentimental value to a night of drinking.
I found a site with selections of his poetry. The page is here: http://amediavoz.com/gorostiza.htm -- (the end is near: i'm sending people to web pages with a *.htm extension!).
This is a poem by Jose Gorostiza called, Water, don't flee from thirst, pause...
Water, don't flee from thirst, pause!
Pause, oh clear insomniac, in the vastness
of this uninterrupted dream which hurries
the febrile language of the current.
The simulacrum of your mind lies to you,
between rumors, live; immature,
the deep tension loves thirst,
with which dodged your arrow from the fountain.
Pause, water, you rush, why in so much
i blinded you and strangled the song,
you should dictate to the dead zones;
that by your own calculated death,
all you leave me is hardened skin
oh movement! brute which you abandon.
These are always more difficult than I believe when I start...so many subtleties and the use of reflexive verbs is something I can't really do in English...wow, i was going to write that in spanish...as inglish...like ingles...
Anyhow, I hope I find my Gorostiza book which a friend bought for me in Mexico City about a year and a half ago. I also hope that I someday am able to do a worthy translation of Death Without End (Muerte Sin Fin).
