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

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Day of the Dead poems

A little early to be sure but poetry is bound up with Mexican celebrations of the Día de los Muertos or Day of the Dead.

This runs from the 31st October to the 2nd November connecting with the Christian festival time of Hallowmas. That is the day before All Hallows (Hallowe'en), All Hallows or All Saints itself and All Souls.

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Me muero todos los días...Julie Sopetrán


You can find out more here http://www.dayofthedead.com/poemas

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Homero Aridjis with Rita Dove, Charlottesville, USA, March 21st, 2012

Homero Aridjis (born April 6, 1940) is a Mexican journalist and poet. He is the author of Eyes to See Otherwise and Solar Poems, has written more than 40 books of poetry and prose and is one of Latin America's leading environmental activists.


He will read from his work in Spanish. Rita Dove reads translations. What could be better?

The event is at 8:00 PM at UVa Harrison Institute / Small Special Collections, UVa Central Grounds - 160 McCormick Rd. It is part of the Virginia Festival of the Book. This event is apparently free but it would be well worth paying for...

More information on Homero Aridjis here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homero_Aridjis.


Homero Aridjis’ poems open a door into light. Seamus Heaney

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Festival de Poesía en Voz Alta, México 13 Octobre 2011


El Festival de Poesía en Voz Alta (México) ha invitado al poeta argentino Jorge Fondebrider y a Tomás Gubitsch para crear un espectáculo conjunto, "Standards". Será el 13 de octubre de 2011 en la Casa del Lago.



The Poetry Festival in Voz Alta in Mexico has invited Argentine poets Jorge Fondebrider and Tomás Gubitsch to create a spectacular event together. Jorge Fondebrider is a writer and poet born in Buenos Aires in 1956. His published poetry books are Elegías (Buenos Aires, 1983), Imperio de la Luna (Buenos Aires, Libros de Tierra Firme, 1987), Standards (Buenos Aires, Libros de Tierra Firme, 1993) and Los últimos tres años (Buenos Aires, Libros de Tierra Firme, 2006). Tomás Gubitsch was born in Buenos Aires in 1957, Already aguitar virtuoso at 17 years he joined the Invisible group (with Luis Alberto Spinetta) whose recitales got more than 15,000 spectators. Also a member of the group of contemporary tango " Cero" generation of Rodolfo Mederos.

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Salvador Novo tweet poetry

Salvador Novo was born in Mexico City in 1904, and died in 1974. He was the founder, together with Xavier Villaurrutia, of the magazines Ulises (1927) y Contemporáneos (1928), and actively participated in the early twentieth century revival of Mexican literature.


 poetandgeek.com 






Tema de Amor

Dentro de estos cuatro muros
pretendí ocultar mi dicha:
Pero el fruto, pero el aire
¿cómo me los guardaría?

Hora mejor que pospuse,
voces que eran para mí,
camino que no elegí
destino que no dispuse;
¡cómo os volvisteis oscuros!
¡qué amargo vuestro sabor
cuando nos encerró mi amor
dentro de estos cuatro muros!

Entre tu aurora y mi ocaso
el Tiempo desaparecía
y era nuestra y era mía
sangre, labio, vino y vaso.

En perdurar se encapricha
mi sombra junto a tu luz
y bajo negro capuz
pretendí ocultar mi dicha.
Pero el fruto, pero el aire,
pero el Tiempo que no fluya,
pero la presencia tuya
fuerte, joven, dulce, grande;
sangre tuya en vena mía,
lazos a instantes maduros,
dentro de estos cuatro muros
cómo me los guardaría?


Theme of love

Within these four walls
I tried to hide my happiness:
But the fruit, but the air
how could I keep them?

The better hour postponed,
voices that were for me, 
the path I did not choose
destiny that I did not fix;
how dark you turned!
how hard to swallow
when my love locked us
within four walls!

Between your dawn and my death
time disappeared
and she was ours and she was mine
blood, lip, wine and glass. 

In lasting glamour
my shade next to your light
and under your black hood
I tried to hide my happiness.
But the fruit, but the air,
but time does not flow,
but your presence
hard, young, sweet, immense;
your blood in my vein,
bends to consider,
within these four walls
how could I keep them?


More information on Salvador Novo can be found here:

http://www.los-poetas.com/poetas/bionovo.htm