“Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.” PoetryBreakupEyesAlejandra PizarnikThe Galloping HourParted Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
“Don't forget your eyes because I inhabit them” PoetryEyesAlejandra PizarnikThe Galloping HourDon T Forget Book:The Galloping Hour: French Poems Source: The Galloping Hour: French Poems
