Thursday, February 08, 2018

Angels amid the coffee

This morning I read the New York Times’ obituary for Claribel Alegría, a Nicaraguan/Salvadoran poet and novelist. I had read some of her work in English translation years ago. But the NYT included a poem that touched my heart.

Besides the coffee
They plant angels
In my country.
A chorus of children
And women
With the small white coffin
Move politely aside
As the harvest passes by.

I live in the midst of coffee and I have witnessed the burial of the poor. Even as the people work on the harvest – for a pittance – they slowly die as do their children.

If anyone has access to the Spanish, please let me know. I’d love to share it with friends here in Honduras.

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