José Emilio Pacheco: High Treason
I’d die
for ten places,
a few folks,
ports, forests, deserts, forts,
a broken city, gray, monstrous
September 18, 2020 · 8 Comments
Pablo Neruda: The Riddles
You have asked me what the crustacean spins between its limbs of gold
and I answer: the sea knows it.
May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment
Federico García Lorca: Weeping for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
García Lorca’s “Weeping for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías” is by far his best known poem in the Spanish speaking world. Why is it not better known in the United States?
May 1, 2020 · 4 Comments
Natalia Toledo Paz: To T.S. Eliot (a poem in English, Spanish and Zapotec)
From my hands grew red flowers
long and beautiful
October 10, 2018 · Leave a comment
