Image: Osvaldo Pitoe, Untitled (2020). Ink on paper.
WWB would like to thank Susy Delgado, Alba Eiragi Duarte, and Miguelángel Meza for their translations from the Guaraní into Spanish and Delgado for her work as a cultural consultant providing expertise during the translation process. We also express our gratitude to translators Tracy K. Lewis, Susan Smith Nash, and Elisa Taber for their English translations from the original Guaraní.
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.
Silvio wanted to escape, race across the sown fields with his long rhea legs until he reached some place where no one could see him.
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