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Ruben Dario (1867 - 1916) “He gave us the murmur of the forest in an adjective, and being a master of language, like Fray Luis de Granada, he made zodiacal signs out of the lemon tree, the hoof of a stag, and mollusks full of terror and infinity. He launched us on the sea with frigates and shadows in our eyes, and built an enormous promenade of gin over the grayest afternoon the sky has ever known, and greeted the southwest wind as a friend, all heart like a Romantic poet, and put his hand on the Corinthian capital of all epochs with a sad, ironic doubt.” -Frederico Garcia Lorca “He brought a tide to Chile, the hot northern sea, and he left that sea there, abandoned on the hard, rock-toothed coast, and the ocean battered it with spume and bells, and the black winds of Valparaíso filled it with sonorous salt. Tonight let us carve his statue out of air, crisscrossed with smoke and voices, with circumstances, with life, like his own magnificent poetry, crisscrossed with sound and dreams.” -Pablo Neruda |
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I know there are those who ask: Why does he not sing with the same wild harmonies as before? But they have not seen the labors of an hour the work of a minute, the prodigies of a year. By Ruben Dario from the poem, “In Autumn” Links: www.dariana.com/R_Dario_ poems .html www.escapeartist.com/nicaragua/art.htm www.poetry-portal.com/poets28.html |
Rubén Darío