Ñe’ ẽ: An Introduction to Contemporary Guaraní Poetry
A real work of Amerindian literature makes perceptible another way of ordering and being in the world.
water boils up from grouped stones, grips me.
At light of dawn I rise and make fire, / and dry in nascent fire-gleam the space where dew once pearled.
Our Father Is Tired
a dark stillness / goes about sowing death.
I alone / plunge my roots / and outstretch my branches.