11 Avant-garde Poems Made By Renowned Writers

Innovation in the field of art, culture, philosophy and literature is considered “avant-garde”. A movement that began at the beginning of the XNUMXth century in Europe and then spread to other continents such as America, where it had a great impact.

In literature, specifically in poetry, the avant-garde innovated the way they were written, where the avant-garde poems they did not use some grammar resources such as correct spelling and connectors; nor were norms or structures that were previously fundamental respected.

Characteristics of Vanguard Poems

The characteristics of these poems made them unique, since in addition to complying with the aforementioned, they also risked practicing poetry in a totally free way; they could invent new words, use new fonts or even draw pictures with the same text (known as calligram) or accompanying them.

• Poets used images to represent ideas.
• Poetry demonstrated the poet's dissatisfaction with the old and the search for something new, avant-garde.
• The poetic language changed radically.
• The topics to be discussed were very varied, unusual and innovative, trying to leave behind what was meaningless to the new man.

Basically it was a movement in which artists sought to get away from the old and innovate in art and the other areas that we mentioned at the beginning of the post. However, on this occasion we will only deal with avant-garde poems, as on another occasion we did with the baroque poems.

Discover these 11 avant-garde poems

Among the most prominent avant-garde poets we can find Vicente Huidobro, Nicolás Guillén, César Vallejo, Jorge Luis Borges, Octavio Paz, Juan Carlos Onetti, Mario Benedetti, Pablo Neruda, Oliverio Girondo and many others; from which we will extract some of his best poems of the time to offer them and enjoy them.

1. 1914

Clouds over the summer jet
at night
all the towers of Europe speak in secret

Suddenly an eye opens
The horn of the moon screams
halali
halali
The towers are strung bugles

Author Vicente Huidobro

2. Dear litty

For months
with unusual frequency
the wallet won't leave me your letters.
It will be amnesia of the man
or maybe i will stack them
in a clean corner
from his bachelor room
old bachelor
and one day bring them to me
Pink Ribbon
all together
like a banquet
for the hungry forgotten
what can you imagine
from now
a clear cataract
of tenderness and memories.

Author Juan Carlos Onetti

3. The Branch

Sing at the tip of the pine
a bird stopped,
tremulous, on his trill.

It stands, arrow, on the branch,
fades between wings
and in music it spills.

The bird is a splinter
that sings and burns alive
on a yellow note.

I lift my eyes: there is nothing.
Silence on the branch
on the broken branch

Author Octavio Paz 

4. The Dream

If the dream were (as they say) one
truce, a pure repose of the mind,
Why, if they wake you up abruptly,
Do you feel that a fortune has been stolen from you?

Why is it so sad to get up early? The time
robs us of an inconceivable gift,
so intimate that it is only translatable
in a slumber that the vigil gilds

of dreams, which may well be reflections
trunks of the treasures of the shadow,
of a timeless orb that is not named

and that the day deforms in its mirrors.
Who will you be tonight in the dark
dream, on the other side of your wall?

Author Jorge Luis Borges

5. The drowned woman from heaven

Woven butterfly, vestment
hanging from the trees,
drowned in heaven, derivative
between gusts and rains, alone, alone, compact,
with clothes and tattered hair
and centers corroded by air.
Motionless, if you resist
the hoarse needle of winter,
the river of angry water that haunts you. Light blue
shadow, bouquet of pigeons
broken at night among the dead flowers:
I stop and suffer
when I eat a slow sound full of cold
you spread your reddened by the water.

Author Pablo Neruda.

6. Poem to the Middle Class - Mario Benedetti

Middle class
medium rich
half cultured
between what he thinks he is and what he is
medium a medium large distance
From the middle look half bad
to the blacks
to the rich to the wise
crazy
to the poor
If you listen to a Hitler
he half likes
and if a Che speaks
medium too
In the middle of nowhere
half doubt
how everything attracts him (half way)
analyze halfway
all the facts
and (half confused) goes out with half a saucepan
then half comes to matter
those who send (half in the shadows)
sometimes, just sometimes, he realizes (mid afternoon)
who used her as a pawn
in a chess that does not understand
and that never makes her queen
So, half raging
he laments (half)
to be the medium from which others eat
those who do not understand
not half.

Author Mario Benedetti

7. I don't know why you think

I don't know why you think
soldier, I hate you,
if we are the same thing
yo,
your.

You are poor, I am;
I am from below, you are;
Where did you get,
soldier, do I hate you?

It hurts me that sometimes you
you forget who I am;
geez, if i'm you,
the same as you are me.

But not for that I
I have to miss you, you;
if we are the same thing,
yo,
you,
I don't know why you think
soldier, I hate you.

I'll see you and me
together on the same street,
shoulder to shoulder, you and me,
without hatred neither me nor you,
but knowing you and me,
where are you and me going ...
I don't know why you think
soldier, I hate you!

Author Nicolás Guillén

8. Absent

Absent! The morning that I leave
further afield, to the Mystery,
as following inevitable line,
your feet will slip into the graveyard.

Absent! The morning I go to the beach
from the sea of ​​shadow and the quiet empire,
like a gloomy bird I go,
the white pantheon will be your captivity.

It will have become night in your eyes;
and you will suffer, and then you will take
penitent lacerated whites.

Absent! And in your own sufferings
has to cross between a cry of bronzes
a pack of regrets!

Author César Vallejo

9. I don't know anything

I do not know anything
You know nothing
You don't know anything
He doesn't know anything
They don't know anything
They don't know anything
You don't know anything
We don't know anything
The disorientation of my generation has its explanation.
cation in the direction of our education, whose
idealization of the action, was - without discussion! -
a mystification, in contradiction
with our propensity to me-
ditation, contemplation and
to masturbation. (Guttural,
the most guttural than
you can.) I think
i believe in what i believe
I don't think so. And I think
that I do not believe in
what i think i think
"C antardelasran like this"
And what about
your ba llí llá your ba
bo jo is it bo jo
the las tá? you? the the
is is is is is is
ca ca here ca ca ca
I will not I will not
flush flush is flush
up there so up
ba! ...    ho!…!…!… ba!… ho!…

Author Oliver Girondo 

10. Marine

That bird that flies for the first time
He walks away from the nest looking back

With your finger on your lips
I have called you.

I invented water games
On top of the trees.

I made you the most beautiful of women
So beautiful that you reddened in the afternoon.

The moon is moving away from us
And throw a crown on the pole

I made rivers run
that have never existed

With a cry I raised a mountain
And around we dance a new dance.

I cut all the roses
From the eastern clouds

And I taught a snow bird to sing

Let's march on the months unleashed

I am the old sailor
that sews the cut horizons

Author Vicente Huidobro

11. The accomplice

They crucify me and I must be the cross and the nails.
They hand me the cup and I must be the hemlock.
They deceive me and I must be the lie.
They burn me and I must be the hell.
I must praise and appreciate every moment of time.
My food is everything.
The precise weight of the universe, the humiliation, the jubilation.
I must justify what hurts me.
It does not matter my fortune or my misfortune.
I am the poet.

Author: Jorge Luis Borges

The avant-garde poems or avant-garde They are usually incredible, since they were part of the movement that allowed us to shed traditional norms to innovate and make way for other innovations in later years, such as modernism (considering that this was a time of many other "isms").