Articles tagged "K'iche' Literature"
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 into fire. And I wake up as if all of this had been a dream. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.
What Are Those Things
-- 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 poems in this sequence were originally published in La Palabra Florida,Year 2, No. 4, p. 23, Mexico, Winter l997.
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, you came out to chat. We, the boys, would gather in the middle of the plaza. I remember the grandparents who told us their adventures. They amused us all, stretching out our late nights. At the beginning of the year we prolonged the night, because night was...
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 true, the only thing left in the pool was the sky. For the next poem in this sequence, click here.
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 sequence, click here. All of the preceding poems in this sequence were originally published in Retoño salvaje, Editorial Praxis.