“And now what will I do with all this time that forms my life with all these people who care nothing for me now, that you've left all these nights why, for whom and this morning for nothing returning my heart banging for whom why banging gravely, gravely, and now how to face up to that nothingness my life slipping o friends be gentle you know well we have nothing to do with it And now what will I do now that you . . .” PoetryPoemAloneAbandonedNothingnessSuicidalAlejandra PizarnikThe Galloping Hour Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out. All night you abandon me slowly like the water that sobs slowly falling. All night I write luminous messages, messages of rain, all night someone checks for me and I check for someone.” PoetrySeekingAbandonedAlejandra PizarnikThe Galloping Hour Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
