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Hansel's Language


Lost in the thick
of language,
you let fall tiny pebbles,
signs of salvation,
for the warned one to gather.
They weren’t fleeting crumbs.
Yet inedible,
the earth swallows them up.

And you continue on into
the silent grove
though you see it close off
behind your steps.


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Poet:
Ida Vitale
Translator:
Katherine M. Hedeen, Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
Original language:
Spanish (Uruguay)
Issue:
2015 Number 3 - SOLD OUT - The Tangled Route

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Original poet

Ida Vitale

IDA VITALE (1923–) is a poet, essayist, critic, translator, professor of literature and the author of more than thirty books....

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Translator

Katherine M. Hedeen

KATHERINE M. HEDEEN (1971) is Professor of Spanish at Kenyon College. Her latest translations include collections by Juan Gelm...

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Translator

Víctor Rodríguez Núñez

VÍCTOR RODRÍGUEZ NÚÑEZ (1955–) is one of Cuba’s most outstanding contemporary writers. He has published thirty books of poetry...

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