Showing posts with label Spanish poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spanish poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Adam Cast Forth - The Poetry of Jorges Luis Borges

 




Adam Cast Forth

Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?

Amid the fleeing light, I have slowed myself and queried,

Almost for consolation, if the bygone period

Over which this Adam, wretched now, once reigned supreme,


Might not have been just a magical illusion

Of that God I dreamed. Already it's imprecise

In my memory, the clear paradise,

But I know it exists, in flower and profusion,


Although not for me. My punishment for life

Is the stubborn earth with the incestuous strife

Of Cains and Abels and their brood; I await no pardon.


Yet, it's much to have loved, to have known true joy,

To have had -- if only for just one day --

The experience of touching the living Garden.


Jorge Luis Borges (translated by Richard Eberhart)


The Art of Poetry

To gaze at a river made of time and water

   And remember Time is another river.

      To know we stray like a river

     and our faces vanish like water.


To feel that waking is another dream

that dreams of not dreaming and that the death

      we fear in our bones is the death

      that every night we call a dream.


To see in every day and year a symbol

   of all the days of man and his years,

   and convert the outrage of the years

   into a music, a sound, and a symbol.


To see in death a dream, in the sunset

   a golden sadness -- such in poetry,

     humble and immortal, poetry,

  returning, like dawn and the sunset.


Sometimes at evening there's a face

that sees us from the deeps of a mirror.

      Art must be that sort of mirror,

      disclosing to each of us his face.


They say Ulysses, wearied of wonders,

      wept with love on seeing Ithaca,

  humble and green. Art is that Ithaca,

      a green eternity, not wonders.


Art is endless like a river flowing,

passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same

inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same

and yet another, like the river flowing.


Jorge Luis Borges

BIO:  Jorge Luis Borges (24 Aug 1899 - 14 Jun 1986) was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. He published poems and essays in surrealist literary journals and became a big proponent of preserving Argentine folklore and history. In 1955, he became director of the National Public Library. A Professor of English Literature at the University of Buenos Aires (he was bilingual in both Spanish and English), he became blind by the age of 55. He received the first Formentor Prize in 1961, which he shared with Samuel Beckett. His works became popular internationally in the 1960s. In 1971, he earned the Jerusalem Prize. He went on to create novels and screenplays and was well-known for his lectures. He died of liver cancer in 1986.

  

   






Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Cuban Poetry by Jose Marti and Nicolas Guillen

 
 
 
 
I WISH TO LEAVE THE WORLD
 
 
I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor;
I am good, and like a good thing,
I will die with my face to the sun.
 
Jose Marti
 
 
 
I HAVE
 
When I see and touch myself,
I, Juan with Nothing only yesterday,
and Juan with Everything today,
and today with everything,
I turn my eyes and look,
I see and touch myself,
and ask myself, how this could have been.
 
I have, let's see,
I have the pleasure of going about my country,
owner of all there is in it,
looking closely at what
I did not or could not have before.
I can say cane,
I can say mountain,
I can say city,
say army,
now forever mine and yours, ours,
and the vast splendor of
the sunbeam, star, flower.
 
I have, let's see,
I have the pleasure of going,
me, a farmer, a worker, a simple man,
I have the pleasure of going
(just an example)
to a bank and speak to the manager,
not in English,
not in 'Sir,' but in companero as we say in Spanish.
 
I have, let's see,
that being Black
no one can stop me at the door of a dance hall or bar.
Or even on the rug of a hotel
scream at me that there are no rooms,
a small room and not a colossal one,
a tiny room where I can rest.
 
I have, let's see,
that there are no rural police
to seize me and lock me in a precinct jail,
or tear me from my land and cast me
in the middle of the highway.
 
I have that having the land I have the sea,
no country clubs,
no high life,
no tennis and no yachts,
but, from beach to beach and wave on wave,
gigantic blue open democratic:
in short, the sea.
 
I have, let's see,
that I have learned to read,
to count,
I have that I have learned to write,
and to think,
and to laugh.
 
I have . . . that now I have
a place to work
and earn
what I have to eat.
I have, let's see,
I have what I had to have.
 
(translated by J.A. Sierra)
 
Nicolas Guillen


Jose Marti bio: Jose Marti (1853-1895) is considered an important national hero of Cuba. He became an influential leader in Cuba's efforts to free itself from Spanish domination. His defense of Cuban nationalism earned him the title, the "Apostle of Cuban Independence." His writings influenced the Cuban Revolution led by Fidel Castro.

Nicolas Guillen bio: Nicolas Guillen (1902-1989) is best remembered as the national poet of Cuba. As a member of the Communist Party, he served for 25 years as president of the National Cuban Writers Union. He won the Stalin Peace Prize in 1954 and the Cuban National Prize for Literature in 1983.

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