4 article(s) translated from Guaraní Dawn (Magazine) By Miguelángel Meza | July 21, 2020 A traveler takes to the road in this dreamlike poem by Miguelángel Meza. Listen to Miguelángel Meza read "Dawn" in the original Guaraní. By the streaming of the road I go I enter lift and pass. Black. I pause, see nothing. Wetness. Black and streaming the road fragments before me. Wet I plunge on, all before me flowing. The road stowing memories huddles dark under a seed-field of stars. Heavy my forehead. I part thickets of prone branches,... My Fire (Magazine) By Alba Eiragi Duarte | July 21, 2020 In this poem, Alba Eiragi Duarte contemplates the ways in which fire both encompasses and transcends the elemental, providing sustenance and companionship. Listen to Alba Eiragi Duarte read "My Fire" in the original Avá Guaraní. At light of dawn I rise and make fire, and dry in nascent fire-gleam the space where dew once pearled. Joyful, joyful my fire, burning hot for máte to be made, I stoke the embers, prod-stick crackling in the coals. The yams I... Our Father Is Tired (Magazine) By Susy Delgado | July 21, 2020 In this poem by Susy Delgado, an exhausted god lets earth descend into darkness and death. Our First, Original Father is suddenly old tired worn out he sits he crouches down he dozes off eyes closed to the soul of the earth and his home It’s getting late they’re blowing already those winds of orphanhood Our First, Original Father has already lowered his arms and he no longer scatters across the rough weather his wisdom his aged breath he no... Serpent (Magazine) By Alberto Luna | July 21, 2020 In this poem, Alberto Luna seeks answers beyond traditional conceptions of good and evil and the images that give them their power, staking out a spiritual path all his own. Listen to Alberto Luna read "Serpent" in the original Jopará Guaraní. There is no serpent. I alone plunge my roots and outstretch my branches. I alone am for myself fruit of intense sweetness, I alone, facing myself, make my mouth water and lick my lips. I alone, before myself, beg...