256 article(s) translated from Spanish
The Eagle
I only learn to be content. —Shogun Tokugawa For Brisa Tinoco and those who have emailed asking if it’s true an old eagle sits alone on the mountaintop, …...
Holding Pattern
I’m so uneasy with reality that I find planes comfortable. I surrender myself, resigned, to movies I don’t want to see and food I don’t want to eat, as if practicing a disciplined spiritual…...
And If You See That I Don’t Come Back
Look at you, you’re soaked! I’ve been waiting hours for you. Out to buy cigarettes in the middle of all this! We need to talk. What about the cigarettes? Don’t tell me you didn’t…...
The Man Who Buried Himself
It was extraordinary, the change that came over my friend. The jovial, witty, and carefree youth had become a melancholic, taciturn, and cautious man. His moments of abstraction were frequent, and in them…...
There is No Theorem (A Regguetón)
There is no theorem just the combination 10,000 years of going with digressions: I write regguetones, forget the variation. There is no theorem from the mist itself the primates descend in search of phonemes…...
The Other Day After the Rain
I. Once again, the erection. The body’s first signal, heaving me back into reality every time I awake. The Hebrew Kabbalists say that during the night God takes souls on a mystical journey; the privileged…...
Self-Portrait
At one and a half I rolled up the stairs to the second floor. At six I almost drowned in a pool. At seven a current swept me down a river. They hit me with a stick, with a rifle-butt, with a two-by-four.…...
The Crane
Aguardiente comes cheap, meat comes dear (somewhat drunk he tap dances over the wet cobblestones, scoring importance from the conjectured case of fractured bone). “Young man, you have to stay thin,…...
Deus ex Machina
Throw the dice, Lord, your turn has come and it is winter. The trident is cornered, the mountains covered with a skin of ash. Lord, behold light’s song here, your due, in the stillness of the sea…...
From the Grave of My Grave
from the grave of my grave a hollow-now open advancing my love, her stairs her name, her signs advancing the same. with my brother the vine and its roots lift here and there. stalker-yesterday pretends…...
Alive or Dead
A metal gate bars his path, and thwarts any hope for the pursued. But then he leaps for it, and easily gains the top. It is his instinct of self-preservation that allows him to accomplish this intricately…...
Invention of the Day
certainty of thursday in flesh. solitude. dry bottle. slow drizzle. brief premonition of wearing down. of earned absences. thursday’s tone in each climate, in each city alike. because time was born…...
Bird’s Nest
Luminous missionaries our sexual bodies perfect as a bird's nest carnivorous, incomparable. The bodies of virgins hold all the dreams the honeyed bodies of whores hold all the men The bodies…...
Requiem
That day—I remember it clearly, I had decided while I was waiting for the bus into town: I would steal a book. When it finally came, I sat next to a woman who was coming from the hot springs; so…...
Bonsai
Our bodies are like Bonsai trees. Not one innocent leaf can grow freely, without being viciously suppressed, so narrow is our ideal of appearance —Khyentsé Norbu After I got married,…...
Never Any End to Hemingway
Well here we are, he wrote to Anderson, as he lay there, smoking. He liked typing letters from his bed with the black Corona on his lap. And we sit outside the Dome Café, opposite the Rotonde that’s…...
For Antonio Gamoneda
I wanted to write like Antonio Gamoneda, so I went to León and, after visiting the cathedral to ask God to forget me, I arrived at the poet’s house. Maestro, I said, tell me, reveal to me…...
For Álvaro Pombo
We are accomplices and accomplices have no reason to embrace or kiss or mourn their own dead or ours. We live in endless complicity with shameful times that have become scars and ashes in our memory. …...
For Eugenio Montejo
Serene, Salinas, grows the air and decks itself in beauty and unaccustomed light when consummate music sounds steered by your knowing hand. Tr. Michael Smith …...
Alaska
The eye of the seal—my amulet—will lead me to the white bear. Is there anything more beautiful than to pursue the white bear over the white ocean? I’ve followed his trail now through…...
The White Breast, the Black Breast
My mother had a white breast and a black breast. Upon waking she would take the white breast in her hand and lifting it to my lips say: Drink, my child, and I would drink a very sweet, thick white milk.…...
Living to Write: An Interview with Doménico Chiappe
Jonathan Blitzer: “The Writer of Memories,” the story we’ve published in this issue of the magazine, is the first one to appear in your book of stories, Párrafos Sueltos (2003).…...
Vigils
William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) produced a good many translations of Spanish-language poetry during the course of his poetic career, as well as translations of Greek, French, and Chinese poems.…...
With March’s Moon the Photo
with March’s moon the photo arrived and we were all alive; rapid words from that essence that is fast and that turns and detaches itself; slow, the moon, returns month by month Translation of “[con…...
Epistle
Jews ask for signs, Greeks for wisdom, but I say: Go crazy. Where is the wise man? Where is the scribe? The light of the world has been palmed. You’re blind? Rejoice in your blindness. You’re…...