Salt (fragmento)
TraducciĂłn de Adriana DĂaz Enciso (4) El cielo ahora más brillante; juncos y salinas; blancos pájaros de alas anchas que caĂan de pie, como ángeles, los cuales, es de todos…
Literature /literatura
Poetry /poesĂa
ME PERDĂŤ COMPLETAMENTE EN NYC UNA VEZ
To become complete lost is perhaps a rather rare experience for most people in the modern city. KEVIN LYNCH ME PERDĂŤ COMPLETAMENTE EN NYC UNA VEZ. 2 am -15 grados…
POEMS FROM THE LIGHT OF THE HUMMINGBIRD
English versions by Tanya Huntington AWAKENING FAR AWAY When we awaken, embracing other horizons, other beds, other windows, the world reinvents itself through your body. Your hand transports me or…
Silva para unos quintillizos muertos
a Alejandra Negrete, RubĂ©n Espinosa, Nadia Vera, Mile Virginia MartĂn y Yesenia Quiroz, asesinados el 31 de julio 2015 en la Ciudad de MĂ©xico in memoriam Azul sangre y…
THREE POEMS BY IDA VITALE
English versions by Tanya Huntington Fortune For years, to have enjoyed both the error and its mending, to have been able to speak and walk freely, and existed without mutilation,…
La amnesia a los setenta es natural
quĂ© triste fue y quĂ© patĂ©tico a la vez que a los setenta años de josĂ© josĂ© nadie haya seriamente reparado en la fecha seriamente o no (al menos un…
PAINTED WINDOW
VENTANA PINTADA
Image: (after Andrew Wyeth’s Wind from the Sea) Billow of curtain breathes. Evergreens cut this nothing notion of temporality. Monoseason: a lie whispered by pine needles in their permanence. The…
Astillas (fragmentos)
Inquietante lecciĂłn de los jazmines: cuanto más agonizan más perfuman Santiago Kovadloff 1. ĂŤbamos en lancha. El rĂo marrĂłn. El motor que ahora recuerdo silencioso. ÂżQuiĂ©n la llevaba en brazos?…
Havana (An Elegy to Myself)
La Habana (Una elegĂa a mĂ misma)
A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost I came here to Havana with no song inside my heart, except…
CONVERSATION WITH THE WHITE LADY (EXCERPT)
Translation by Tanya Huntington Chance is a single word, spoken in dreams. If the same word is uttered by you and me, also in dreams yet simultaneously, it is no…
La heráldica del hambre
XXX. Él se hunde en mi hambre, la profundidad en la que una pluma cae sin ejercer su peso; cuando sus ojos me miran los demás astros ponen atenciĂłn. La…
Offering
Ofrenda
A few months ago I would have said goodbye. I tell you, I was ready to shut the door and not look back. I tell you, I did not expect…
