Verb
by Pablo Neruda: I’m going to wrinkle this word, / I’m going to twist it,
Chile
The Pilgrim
“As I say these words I see a bicycle leaning against a wall, / I see a bridge / And the official car disappearing between buildings” | by Nicanor Parra
Godzilla in Mexico
by Roberto Bolaño: Hear me, my son: bombs were falling / over Mexico City
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Farewell to the Führer
Farewell to the Führer, farewell to all Führers who have been or who will be. Farewell to all Führers true or false, good night, I say, good night, With an intimate reactionary sadness Farewell to the Führer who gobbled Black Forest Cake while his tanks fed upon the roads of Europe. Farewell to all Führers
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Prayer to a Farm Worker
Rise up and look at the mountain, from where the wind, the sun, the water arrive. Thou, who determines the course of rivers, thou who scatters the flight of your soul. Rise up. Look at your hands. Join hands with your brothers, together in blood we go. Now is the time that can be tomorrow.
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To See Him Again
And never, never again? Not on nights packed with a few stars, or in mornings’ first slender sun or afternoons sacrificed to afternoons? Or at the edge of a pale road that surrounds the farm fields, or a rim of a trembling fountain, whitened by a moon? Or beneath the forest’s lush poplars where, yelling
Lisa
by Roberto Bolaño: When Lisa told me she had made love / with another, in the eternal / telephone booth of life / in the market in Tepeyac, I thought the world / ended.
The Heavenly Poets
by Pablo Neruda: What have you done / you intellectualists? Rilkistas? / you fucked up mystifiers, fake witches?
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Victor Jara
Poetry International 13/14
“Prayer to a Farm Worker”
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“Prayer to a Farm Worker”
Gabriela Mistral
Poetry International 13/14
“To See Him Again”
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“To See Him Again”