Do not look for me there...
Do not look for me there
Where the living call upon
The so-called dead.
Look for me
Within the deep waters
In squares
Within a heart fire
Between horses, dogs,
In the ricefields, along the high
bank
Or with the birds
Or mirrored
In someone else,
Climbing a hard path
Rock, seed, salt
Life’s paths. Look for me there.
Alive.
poem: Hilda Hilst
Translated by Lavinia Saad
Cyanotpe technique, 3,5 m x 1,5 m on paper. 2020.
Reproduction of a door from a mausoleum in Recoleta's cemetery, Buenos Aires, sculpt by Chloë Charce.
To the memory of mi loved Maria Quintanar.
Where the living call upon
The so-called dead.
Look for me
Within the deep waters
In squares
Within a heart fire
Between horses, dogs,
In the ricefields, along the high
bank
Or with the birds
Or mirrored
In someone else,
Climbing a hard path
Rock, seed, salt
Life’s paths. Look for me there.
Alive.
poem: Hilda Hilst
Translated by Lavinia Saad
Cyanotpe technique, 3,5 m x 1,5 m on paper. 2020.
Reproduction of a door from a mausoleum in Recoleta's cemetery, Buenos Aires, sculpt by Chloë Charce.
To the memory of mi loved Maria Quintanar.
