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Anna Rossetti, Cádiz poet and storyteller, birthday today. It is one of the voices female literary most relevant of our days and has touched all the suits. From the poetry and erotic novel to Children's Stories, going through an extensive work in verse. His career is also endorsed with several awards. I pick up 4 poems selected.
Anna Rossetti
Born in San Fernando, Cádiz, in 1950, began to be known in 1980 when he published his first book of poems, The Wanderings of Erato. With him I had already won the Gules Poetry Prize in Valencia. In the mid-80s he published two other collections of poetry, Vehement indications y Prayer book, who took the King Juan Carlos I Award. And at the end of that decade he published a novel, Feathers of Spain, and a fourth book of poems entitled Yesterday.
Just like novelist, plus Feathers of Spain, there are also the titles of Treachery (who got the The Vertical Smile Award erotic novel), A hand of saints o The antagonist. In the nineties he expanded his lyrics to the public child and youth with titles like A trunk full of dinosaurs, Before you were born o Appropriate stories.
As a curiosity to add that it is mother of the actress ruth gabriel, seen in Sesame Street o Borrowed time.
4 poems
- THERE WAS A TIME
intruder feared and longed for.
A furtive, premeditated brush, reworked during
unbearable sleepless nights.
A bold and disturbed confession, corrected a thousand
times, that he would never reach his destination.
An incessant and tyrannical restlessness.
A sudden gallop of the unruly heart.
A continuous battle against ruthless infallibility
of the mirrors.
An intimate difficulty in distinguishing grief from
joy.
It was an adolescent and imprecise time, the time of
love without a name, even almost without a face, that prowled,
like a promised kiss, through the darkest point of the
stairs.
- IF YOU REMEMBER, MY LOVE ...
safe waiting walls.
If you remembered how and how cruelly! the wish attended
hides his stab of disappointment.
If you remembered that, once the passion explodes, the secret
stop being a shield and flight,
you would not insist me to show you, to offer you,
to grant you.
But you would resign yourself to survive inside me in the ductile
dreamland, where all modes of tenderness
that you can invent are allowed, every storm music
and no fear is irrevocable.
If you would remember, my love, what awaits you after
safe walls of my heart,
you would not force me to take up arms against you, to stop you,
to deny you, to gag you, to betray you ...
before they take you from me, sweet silence of mine,
my only treasure, foolish and irreducible feeling.
- CLARIFICATION
It says you or me, but it's you and me and him and her
and each and every one of us,
because in each pronoun there is a sum. A multitude of identities are understood
in the seeming and soothing singularity.
Poetry says I, you, he, she ...
and to each and every one of us designates us
erasing the contours of souls.
All and each one
we are included and explained.
We are all at the same time her, him, you and me.
- THE EYES OF THE NIGHT
we will go up where the evil angel,
who wants to torment us, awaits us.
The back to the wall, taking care that the clothes
do not hide our eyes for a long time,
the fragrant flannel has dressed us at last.
And we know, after the puckered flight
from the warm bedspread, who is hiding.
At the slightest noise in the adjoining room
we will break through, between the thin sheets
of raw muslin, yearning,
looking for us.
And they will surprise us
and irremissibly we will be punished,
returned to the horror of the bedrooms.
But, hold me now. Feverish let's comfort ourselves
that fear will come, shortly, ready to annihilate us.