Spanish poet Vicente Aleixandre won the Nobel Prize of 1977 for literature.
Vicente Pío Marcelino Cirilo Aleixandre y Merlo received it at 79 years of age. At the time, people barely knew him with just two available small editions in English translation. Two years later, in 1979, Harper and Row brought out bilingual edition of Lewis Hyde of selected poems of Aleixandre, A Longing for the Light. When people left the book to go out print, Copper Canyon published a paperback edition in 1985. Express Books noted in an article on Aleixandre, “A Longing for the Light remains the only readable collection of Aleixandre’s poetry available.”
Who said perhaps that the sea moans sadly, lip of love, toward the beaches? Let it spread out the enveloped in light. Glory, glory on high, and on the sea, gold! Ah, sovereign light that envelopes, sings the imperishable age of the sensual sea! There, reverberating timeless, the sea exists. Heart of a deathless god, throbbing!
"Although silenced, my lips are still in yours, I breathe you. O dream in life, or there is life. The suspect life is in the kiss alive by itself. Without us, it shines. We are its shadows. Because it is our body when we are not."
April was National Poetry Month. I thoroughly enjoy reading poetry, a very different art form compared to the novel. Sometimes deeper and richer. Great poetry will allow you to lose yourself, find yourself, and/or discover a new you all within a single piece of a work. Therefore a collection of poetry from one poet must be beyond enriching...transformative. A Bird of Paper by Aleixandre was 'just' good...enjoyable but not transformative. My favorites: Adolescence, The Poet, You Almost Loved Me.