On the International Day of Poetry we share two poems of struggle, one from the Peruvian poet Manuel Scorza and the other of the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda.
Epistle of the poets that will come
Manuel Scorza
Maybe tomorrow the poets ask
Why we do not celebrate the grace of the girls;
Maybe tomorrow the poets ask
Why our poems
They were long avenues
where the burning anger came.
I answer:
Everywhere we heard the crying,
Everywhere we were a wall of black waves.
Was it going to be poetry
A lonely dew column?
It had to be perpetual lightning.
While someone suffers,
The rose cannot be beautiful;
While someone looked at the bread with envy,
Wheat cannot sleep;
While it rains on the beggars's chest,
My heart will not smile.
Kill sadness, poets.
Let's kill sadness with a stick.
Do not say the romance of the lilies.
There are higher things
What to cry lost loves:
The rumor of a town that awakens
It's more beautiful than dew!
The glowing metal of its anger
It is more beautiful than the foam!
A free man
It is more pure than the diamond!
The poet will release the fire
of his ash prison.
The poet will turn on the bonfire
Where this gloomy world is burned.
ODA TO THE SIMPLE MAN
Pablo Neruda
I'm going to tell you in secret
who I am,
Thus, out loud,
You will tell me who you are,
I want to know who you are,
how much do you earn,
In which workshop you work,
What mine,
What pharmacy,
I have a terrible obligation
And is to know,
to know everything,
day and night to know
what is your name,
That is my trade,
Know a life
it is not enough
nor know all the lives
it is necessary,
you will see,
You have to unravel,
scratch thoroughly
And as in a fabric
The lines hid,
With color, the plot
of the fabric,
I erase the colors
And I'm looking for until I find
The deep fabric,
So I find
The unity of men,
and in bread
search
Beyond form:
I like bread, I bite it,
and then
I see the wheat,
Early trigals,
The green spring shape
the roots, the water,
that's why
beyond bread,
I see the earth,
The unit of the Earth,
Water,
the man,
And so I try
looking for you
throughout,
Ando, swimming, navigo
until you find you,
And then I ask you
what is your name,
Street and number,
For you to receive
my letters,
For me to tell you
Who am and how much I win,
where I live,
And what my father was like.
You see how simple I am,
How simple you are,
does not about
Not at all complicated,
I work with you,
You live, go and come
from side to side,
It is very simple:
You are life,
You are so transparent
like the water,
and that's how I am,
My obligation is that:
be transparent,
every day
I educate myself,
Every day he combs me
Thinking how you think,
And I'm
How are you,
as, as you eat,
I have my love in my arms
Like your girlfriend you,
and then
When this is tested,
When we are the same
I write,
I write with your life and with mine,
With your love and mine,
With all your pains
and then
We are already different
Because, my hand on your shoulder,
Like old friends
I tell you in the ears;
do not suffer,
The day is coming,
ven,
come with me,
ven
With everyone
Those who look like you
The simplest,
ven,
do not suffer,
come with me,
because even if you don't know,
I know that:
I know where we are going,
And this is the word:
do not suffer
Because we will win,
We will win,
The simplest,
we will win,
Although you do not believe it,
we will win.