Articles tagged "K'iche' Literature"

Laughter (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | November 1, 2005

Note: All of the poems in this sequence were originally written in K'iche'. The laughter of the waves is the foam. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

The Moon and the Feather (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

The moon gave me a feather. In my hand it felt like singing. The moon laughed and told me to learn to sing. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

To My Grandfather (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

My grandfather's steps are done; he has walked so much. Now the earth moves little by little beneath his feet so that he will be able to approach the edge of the sun. For the next poem in this sequence,…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

That Day (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

That day she arrived with such force that she destroyed with one big blow my loneliness. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

Squirrels (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

If the squirrels were to devour your eyes Modigliani would bring you to life in one of his paintings. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

At Times (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

At times sleep deserts me and lest I pass the night turning over in bed I go out to chat with the moon. She tells me about the flower that could turn into a butterfly and the butterfly that could turn…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

Like the Leaves (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 28, 2005

Forgetting is like leaves. Some fall others are born. They stop being leaves only when the tree stops being a tree. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

What Are Those Things (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | October 1, 2005

-- What are those things that shine in the sky, -- I asked my mother. -- Bees, she answered Every night since then, my eyes eat honey. For the next poem in this sequence, click here. The two preceding…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

Memories (Mag: Articles)

By Gerardo Can Pat | September 28, 2005

Note: This poem was originally written in Yucatecan Maya. Do you remember the days when we were young? Do you remember those afternoons in January when I visited your house? Those nights, at the door,…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

The Pool (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | September 28, 2005

There were many stars in the pool; I asked my father to take them out. He transferred the water drop by drop and put them in my hands. At dawn I wanted to see if he had really taken them out. And it was…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

Long Ago (Mag: Articles)

By Humberto Ak abal | September 28, 2005

It has been years, many years, since cats learned to look after little girls. If some bothersome spirit comes near, the cats bristle, give a jump, and the evil spirits are gone. For the next poem in this…...

Translated from Spanish by Earl Shorris and Sylvia Sasson Shorris

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