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My Grandparents, My Parents and I (1936)

Blood ribbon
hoisted by
crosses the branches
of the fatal graft.

Over the ledges flies
a belfry
with a strange clapper.
Something’s coming apart on the walls.

Something uncontrollable in the panopticon.
There is a stale madness,
something that comes broken,
a mixture
of roots and wings,
a crossing of frenzies.

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About the translation:
Mariella Nigro
Laura Chalar
Original language:
Spanish (Uruguay)
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Mariella Nigro

MARIELLA NIGRO (1957) is the recipient of several poetry awards, among them the first prize in the Literature Awards of the Ur...

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Laura Chalar

LAURA CHALAR was born in Montevideo. She has published five books and is the author of many translations from and into Spanish...

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