Resumir en una mirada la virgen ausencia disperta en esta soledad y, como se corta, para recuerdo de un lugar, uno de esos mágicos nenúfares cerrados… - Stéphane Mallarmé

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Resumir en una mirada la virgen ausencia disperta en esta soledad y, como se corta, para recuerdo de un lugar, uno de esos mágicos nenúfares cerrados que de súbito surgen envolviendo en el hueco de su blancura una nada formada de sueños intactos, de la ventura que no llegará, y de mi aliento contenido por el temor de una aparición, partir con él: tácitamente, desentrañando poco a poco sin choque, romper ilusión, sin que el crepitar de la visible pompa de espuma enroscada a mi huida no arroje a los pies de nadie que sobrevenga la semejanza transparente del rapto de mi flor ideal.

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About Stéphane Mallarmé

Stéphane Mallarmé (March 18 1842 – September 9 1898), born Étienne Mallarmé, was a poet and critic. He was a major French symbolist poet, and his work anticipated and inspired several revolutionary artistic schools of the early 20th century, such as Dadaism, Surrealism, and Futurism.

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Alternative Names: Stephane Mallarme Steph. Mallarme Etienne Mallarmé Etienne Mallarme Mallarmé Étienne Mallarmé
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If only I'd chosen an easy work! But, precisely, I, who am sterile and crepuscular, have chosen a terrifying subject, whose sensations , if they are strong, reach the point of atrocity, and if they are vague, have the strange attitude of mystery. And my Verse hurts me at times, and wounds me as if it were of iron! I have, moreover, found an intimate and unique way of painting and noting down the very fleeting impressions. I should add, which is even more terrifying, that all these impressions follow one another as in a symphony, and I often have entire days when I ask myself if this impression can accompany that one, what is their relationship and effect … You can guess that I write few lines in a week.

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