
Herbert Gustave Schmalz
• If you died tonight ...
• If you died tonight
• if you would die if I die
• • if this intercourse
fierce
• •
endless fought without mercy and without pity
hug
• • •
kiss relentlessly reached its high and is loose
• if right now if now
• • squinting I died
• feel that it is already
• •
stopped the desire and the light is no longer a bundle of swords
• and the air is no longer a bundle of swords
• and the pain of others and love and live
• and everything and not a beam •
swords and cut me off for me
• • •
forever and no longer hurt
• and no longer hurt.

Auguste Rodin will no longer be ... • You no longer
,
• no longer live together, do not raise your child
• no sew your clothes, do not
• night I'll kiss you not to go, you never know who I
• why I loved others.
• Do not get to know why or how, never
• or if it was true what you said was,
• or who were, or what was for you and how
• have been living together,
• dear, I hope , be.
• Since I am not forever and you'll
• No more to me than you.
• You are no longer in a future day
• do not know where you live, with whom
• or if you remember.
• Do not hold me like that night never, never.
• I will not touch. Not see you die.

Frank Cadogan Cowper
Idea Vilariño
• Uruguayan poet born in Montevideo in 1920.
• Besides being a poet, was literary critic, translator, composer and educator.
• In 1985, after the dictatorship, won the Uruguayan Literature Chair at the Faculty of Humanities and Education at the University of the Republic. • In his translations
stand the work on Shakespeare, widely recognized by critics.
• His personality and his convictions led for many years to reject any promotion of his name and his work. However, obtained several international awards and been translated into other languages.
• His poems, endowed with great depth, were grouped in such titles as "The supplicant", "Love Poems", "Night" and "Poetry."
• He died in Montevideo in April 2009.

John Atkinson Grimshaw
• Idea Vilariño leaves us, I admired poet, my drinking fountain, single, sensible .. humble, delicious ...
• But your poems will live on, immortal,
• Your words will always find shelter in the brokenhearted ... • Always remain
your essence, your words ... art never dies.
• I promise I will never be forgotten your verses.
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