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Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela Mistral, seudónimo de Lucila Godoy Alcayaga,​ (Vicuña, 7 de abril de 1889-Nueva York, 10 de enero de 1957)​ fue una poetisa, diplomática, profesora y pedagoga chilena. Por su trabajo poético, recibió el Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1945. Fue la primera mujer iberoamericanan ​y la segunda persona latinoamericanan​ en recibir un Premio Nobel. Carta a Gabriela por Juana de Ibarbourou, 1957 ¿Por qué caminos del alba andas descubriendo el cielo ese, prometido a unos los que sufrimos, creemos y le pedimos a Dios ir a bruñir sus luceros ? ¿Por qué sendas, asombrada, ya vas encontrando el cielo, mientras aquí las banderas y pueblos, están de duelo.? ¿Por qué te fuiste, tan pronto precipitando el invierno cuando aún, lleno de flores, se desgranaba febrero? Yucas y conquistadores te irán formando cortejo; Pizarro barbado y noble —bronce, plata, encaje, acero— con una ciudad de torres entre sus brazos sin huesos. Y una muchedumbre oscura que va detrás de Atahualpa te sigue cantando himnos en lengua quechua y aymara. Ya estás, Gabriela, en la gloria, mitad de princesa incaica, mitad de reina española, como Isabel, la magnánima. Ya sé que no has de escribir a nadie mas en la tierra, que oficinas de correo a la eternidad se veda. ¡Pero es tan dulce que sepas Gabriela, que toda América por ti está tan conmovida como tu patria chilena...! El cielo junto al copihue la orquídea venezolana se une a la victoria-regia del Brasil, y en la sabana de Colombia, los gomeros detienen su savia trágica. ¡Toda la flora de América quiere mirarte la cara! Asómate entre las nubes una tarde arrebolada; muéstranos tu frente ancha de madre tan bien amada, ¡déjanos poquito a poco, del todo no te nos vayas! Aquí ha quedado tu verso, tu palabra estructurada con lo mejor del idioma y lo mejor de tu alma. Pero nos falta tu rostro con la sonrisa cansada, que a todos nos descansaba cuando nos daba en los ojos. Oye, Gabriela, las voces desde tu «bosque perfecto» damos la señal que diga que llega a ti nuestro acento, y repasa, tu que tanto sobre la tierra anduviste, ¡reposa y se haga radiante su risa aquella, tan triste! Descubre el cielo y descansa, pero, Gabriela ¡no olvides!

Alfredo Jiménez G.

Nací en la Ciudad de México en 1967, año del Señor (equivalente al año cero "pepper" de la "beatlemanía"). Desde muy pequeño mis padres me miraban con preocupación, pues no parecía igual que mi hermano o mis primos. No me gustaban los deportes, las pelotas me llamaban la atención sólo por su condición esférica, pues esta forma geométrica es mi favorita y parece ser que la de Dios también, pues las burbujas y los astros tienden a esa figura enigmática. En lugar de correr tras un balón me pasaba la vida leyendo todo lo que llegaba a mi alcance. En casa no abundaban los libros, así que leía historietas o revistas, de las cuales aún conservo una vasta colección, porque aparte de mi extraño hábito de leer también tengo la costumbre de guardarlo todo. Es probable que mi verdadera vocación sea la de museólogo. Afortunadamente para mi, un vecino, padre de dos amigos de la escuela primaria, era un lector voraz y en tardes memorables me dio mis primeras lecciones de Literatura. Me regaló libros, lo que a mis padres no pareció gustarles mucho. La primera obra literaria que leí en mi vida fue "Tom Sawyer" de Mark Twain, después le seguiría "La cabaña del tío Tom" de Harriet Beecher Stowe. Ahí me di cuenta que los libros pueden cambiar al mundo. Con los años, gracias a las becas tuve la oportunidad de comprar más libros y luego descubriría las Bibliotecas que son para mi lo más cercano al Paraíso. Actualmente vivo en una de ellas, la que he podido conformar en décadas. Es fácil que me encuentren en todo lugar donde se vendan libros viejos ¡Amo ese maravilloso olor del papel añoso! A los doce años mis amigos leídos, no conocidos, me urgieron a escribir. Con un terrible miedo a la página en blanco empecé a hacerlo, para terror de mis amados padres que ya se habían resignado a vivir con mis rarezas, hasta me regalaron una máquina de escribir, que desde luego tengo conmigo todavía, es una Olivetti Lettera 32 y ¡Funciona! El tiempo que transcurre muy a nuestro pesar, ha hecho que se acumulen nueve libros de poemas, tres novelas, una obra de teatro y un guión cinematográfico. Todos pecados míos, guardados bajo llave en un lugar donde no pueden hacer daño a nadie. Lo que se mira en Poeticous es una breve muestra del pasado, cada intento de poema tiene el año en que fue escrito. Además de cosas que no me puedo callar, escritas a partir del 2013. Todos desaliñados como su autor. Los versos de cada poema, están como los dientes de Cervantes: "Mal acondicionados y peor puestos". Si han llegado hasta este punto de mi biografía son ustedes un Monumento a la Paciencia, igual que Job. Cordialmente, Alfredo Jiménez G. Eterno aprendiz de poeta.

Charlotte B. Williams

I am an American Patriot, a Believer, and a lover of God and Country. I am a widow, a mother of five children ❤️ and five grandchildren. ❤️ I’m very proud, and honored to have borne such loving, talented and hard working children. Being a Mother was my destiny. Being a writer is also part of my destiny that I truly thank God for. It’s a gift from God It was after my children were grown and left home that I became serious about writing. I have written a book titled (American Poetry and Music) that has been published by Christian Faith Publishing. Which can be purchased on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and Thrift Books.com I get my inspiration from the Creator, and I go under the heading of H.S.I. Which stands for (Holy Spirit Inspiration) Some of these poems on Poeticous.com appear in my book . I am grateful for them allowing me to publish my poems on this site also. I’ve come to love this site very much. All Poems, and Original Music Videos on this site are my own original compositions, and are covered under U.S.Copyright laws.© 2024. For more info -You can find me on (Youtube) and (Facebook). Email no longer public, but if you message me from Facebook or here on Poeticous I’ll give it to you privately. No copyright infringement intended with any Pictures or videos used on these poetry pages. Some videos of artist I enjoy were obtained from Youtube, and some pictures are from Public Domain sites. Mostly they are the property of Poeticous I do not claim rights for any works except my own Original Work. Thank you, Charlotte B. Williams

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar was the first African-American poet to garner national critical acclaim. Born in Dayton, Ohio, in 1872, Dunbar penned a large body of dialect poems, standard English poems, essays, novels and short stories before he died at the age of 33. His work often addressed the difficulties encountered by members of his race and the efforts of African-Americans to achieve equality in America. He was praised both by the prominent literary critics of his time and his literary contemporaries. Dunbar was born on June 27, 1872, to Matilda and Joshua Dunbar, both natives of Kentucky. His mother was a former slave and his father had escaped from slavery and served in the 55th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment and the 5th Massachusetts Colored Cavalry Regiment during the Civil War. Matilda and Joshua had two children before separating in 1874. Matilda also had two children from a previous marriage. The family was poor, and after Joshua left, Matilda supported her children by working in Dayton as a washerwoman. One of the families she worked for was the family of Orville and Wilbur Wright, with whom her son attended Dayton's Central High School. Though the Dunbar family had little material wealth, Matilda, always a great support to Dunbar as his literary stature grew, taught her children a love of songs and storytelling. Having heard poems read by the family she worked for when she was a slave, Matilda loved poetry and encouraged her children to read. Dunbar was inspired by his mother, and he began reciting and writing poetry as early as age 6. Dunbar was the only African-American in his class at Dayton Central High, and while he often had difficulty finding employment because of his race, he rose to great heights in school. He was a member of the debating society, editor of the school paper and president of the school's literary society. He also wrote for Dayton community newspapers. He worked as an elevator operator in Dayton's Callahan Building until he established himself locally and nationally as a writer. He published an African-American newsletter in Dayton, the Dayton Tattler, with help from the Wright brothers. His first public reading was on his birthday in 1892. A former teacher arranged for him to give the welcoming address to the Western Association of Writers when the organization met in Dayton. James Newton Matthews became a friend of Dunbar's and wrote to an Illinois paper praising Dunbar's work. The letter was reprinted in several papers across the country, and the accolade drew regional attention to Dunbar; James Whitcomb Riley, a poet whose works were written almost entirely in dialect, read Matthew's letter and acquainted himself with Dunbar's work. With literary figures beginning to take notice, Dunbar decided to publish a book of poems. Oak and Ivy, his first collection, was published in 1892. Though his book was received well locally, Dunbar still had to work as an elevator operator to help pay off his debt to his publisher. He sold his book for a dollar to people who rode the elevator. As more people came in contact with his work, however, his reputation spread. In 1893, he was invited to recite at the World's Fair, where he met Frederick Douglass, the renowned abolitionist who rose from slavery to political and literary prominence in America. Douglass called Dunbar "the most promising young colored man in America." Dunbar moved to Toledo, Ohio, in 1895, with help from attorney Charles A. Thatcher and psychiatrist Henry A. Tobey. Both were fans of Dunbar's work, and they arranged for him to recite his poems at local libraries and literary gatherings. Tobey and Thatcher also funded the publication of Dunbar's second book, Majors and Minors. It was Dunbar's second book that propelled him to national fame. William Dean Howells, a novelist and widely respected literary critic who edited Harper's Weekly, praised Dunbar's book in one of his weekly columns and launched Dunbar's name into the most respected literary circles across the country. A New York publishing firm, Dodd Mead and Co., combined Dunbar's first two books and published them as Lyrics of a Lowly Life. The book included an introduction written by Howells. In 1897, Dunbar traveled to England to recite his works on the London literary circuit. His national fame had spilled across the Atlantic. After returning from England, Dunbar married Alice Ruth Moore, a young writer, teacher and proponent of racial and gender equality who had a master's degree from Cornell University. Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. He found the work tiresome, however, and it is believed the library's dust contributed to his worsening case of tuberculosis. He worked there for only a year before quitting to write and recite full time. In 1902, Dunbar and his wife separated. Depression stemming from the end of his marriage and declining health drove him to a dependence on alcohol, which further damaged his health. He continued to write, however. He ultimately produced 12 books of poetry, four books of short stories, a play and five novels. His work appeared in Harper's Weekly, the Sunday Evening Post, the Denver Post, Current Literature and a number of other magazines and journals. He traveled to Colorado and visited his half-brother in Chicago before returning to his mother in Dayton in 1904. He died there on Feb. 9, 1906. Literary style Dunbar's work is known for its colorful language and a conversational tone, with a brilliant rhetorical structure. These traits were well matched to the tune-writing ability of Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1862–1946), with whom he collaborated. Use of dialect Much of Dunbar's work was authored in conventional English, while some was rendered in African-American dialect. Dunbar remained always suspicious that there was something demeaning about the marketability of dialect poems. One interviewer reported that Dunbar told him, "I am tired, so tired of dialect", though he is also quoted as saying, "my natural speech is dialect" and "my love is for the Negro pieces". Though he credited William Dean Howells with promoting his early success, Dunbar was dismayed by his demand that he focus on dialect poetry. Angered that editors refused to print his more traditional poems, he accused Howells of "[doing] my irrevocable harm in the dictum he laid down regarding my dialect verse." Dunbar, however, was continuing a literary tradition that used Negro dialect; his predecessors included Mark Twain, Joel Chandler Harris, and George Washington Cable. Two brief examples of Dunbar's work, the first in standard English and the second in dialect, demonstrate the diversity of the poet's production: (From "Dreams") What dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they wither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade — The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams! (From "A Warm Day In Winter") "Sunshine on de medders, Greenness on de way; Dat's de blessed reason I sing all de day." Look hyeah! What you axing'? What meks me so merry? 'Spect to see me sighin' W'en hit's wa'm in Febawary? List of works * Oak and Ivy (1892) * Majors and Minors (1896) * Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896) * Folks from Dixie (1898) * The Strength of Gideon (1900) * In Old Plantation Days (1903) * The Heart of Happy Hollow (1904) * Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow (1905) References Paul Laurence Dunbar Website - www.dunbarsite.org/biopld.asp Wikipedia- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Laurence_Dunbar




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