Alfonsina Storni’s Funeral Notices

Funeral Notices

There beside the crosses, small and black
like anchors cast into that final bay,
the names of those who died today
lie there, horizontal,
the way the dead themselves will.
Nearby, on an indifferent piece of paper,
my own name, now enormous, does a caper.

Alfonsina Storni: Avisos fúnebres

Al lado de pequeños cruces negras
—Anclas echadas en finales puertos—
Yacen los nombres de los muertos
Del día, horizontales
Como muertos reales.
Enorme ahora, sobre el papel frío,
Junto a las cruces bailotea el mío.

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Nicholas Friedman is the author of Petty Theft, winner of The New Criterion Poetry Prize. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow and Jones Lecturer at Stanford University, he is also the recipient of a Ruth Lilly Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. He lives with his wife and son in Syracuse.

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Nicholas Friedman is the author of Petty Theft, winner of The New Criterion Poetry Prize. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow and Jones Lecturer at Stanford University, he is also the recipient of a Ruth Lilly Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. He lives with his wife and son in Syracuse. View all posts by Nicholas Friedman