Sunday, April 8, 2012

Hispanic Heritage Poets for National Poetry Month (HuffPost Latino Voices)

Here is a short list of some of everyone's favorite poets -- please help us complete the list by suggesting other names in the comments below ... read more


  1. I suggest Sandra Castillo for her moving poems on leaving Cuba and her childhood memories.

  2. Christmas, 1970
    We assemble the silver tree,
    our translated lives,
    its luminous branches,
    numbered to fit into its body.
    place its metallic roots
    to decorate our first Christmas.
    Mother finds herself
    opening, closing the Red Cross box
    she will carry into 1976
    like an unwanted door prize,
    a timepiece, a stubborn fact,
    an emblem of exile measuring our days,
    marked by the moment of our departure,
    our lives no longer arranged.

    there is a photograph,
    a Polaroid Mother cannot remember was ever taken:
    I am sitting under Tia Tere’s Christmas tree,
    her first apartment in this, our new world:
    my sisters by my side,
    I wear a white dress, black boots,
    an eight-year-old’s resignation;
    Mae and Mitzy, age four,
    wear red and white snowflake sweaters and identical smiles,
    on this, our first Christmas,
    away from ourselves.

    The future unreal, unmade,
    Mother will cry into the new year
    with Lidia and Emerito,
    our elderly downstairs neighbors,
    who realize what we are too young to understand:
    Even a map cannot show you
    the way back to a place
    that no longer exists.



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