Natalia Toledo Paz: To T.S. Eliot (a poem in English, Spanish and Zapotec)
To T. S. Eliot From my hands grew red flowers long and beautiful, how to forget the fear with which I was stripped of all certainty. I walked with my … Continue reading
October 10, 2018 · Leave a comment
T. S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo … Continue reading
August 7, 2015 · Leave a comment
