there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life.
One poem by this writer opines that "the tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;/the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing...there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life." In another work, he writes "I am an aged tree that, when I was growing / uttered a vague, sweet sound when the breeze caressed me." On top of those poems, "Fatality" and "In Autumn," he published the Parisian periodical Mundial from 1911 to 1914. Along with his housemate Eduardo Poirier, he co-authored the novel Emelina . He described the sea as a giant crystal of quicksilver reflecting the metal plate of the sky in his "Symphony in Gray Major," while another poem declares "you are the future invader/of the naïve America that has indigenous blood" - that poem is "To Roosevelt." FTP, name this Nicaraguan writer who penned the collection Azul.
One poem by this writer opines that "the tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;/the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing...
{Rubén Darío} (or {Félix Rubén García Sarmiento})