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Raúl Zurita

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Then, ground my burned cheek
against this rough gravel stone earth
– like a good South American –
I’ll lift up my face one minute more toward the sky
weeping
because I who believed in happiness
will have turned to see again the irrefutable stars.

© Translation: 2019, Anna Deeny Morales
From: Sky Below: Selected Works by Raúl Zurita
Publisher: Northwestern UP, Chicago, 2016

Laatste gedicht

En dan zal ik, mijn verbrande wang plat
tegen de raspige bulten van deze steengrond gedrukt
– als een goede Zuid-Amerikaan –
mijn gezicht een minuut lang ten hemel heffen
huilend
want ik die in geluk geloofde
zal opnieuw de onweerlegbare sterren weerzien.

© Vertaling: 2019, Lisa Thunnissen

Poema final

Y entonces, aplastando la mejilla quemada
contra los ásperos granos de este suelo pedregoso
–como un buen sudamericano–
alzaré por un minuto más mi cara hacia el cielo
llorando
porque yo que creí en la felicidad
habré vuelto a ver de nuevo las irrefutables estrellas.

© 2015, Raúl Zurita
From: Tu vida rompiéndose
Publisher: Editorial Lumen, Barcelona

Raúl Zurita

Raúl Zurita

On September 11, 1973, General Augusto Pinochet deposed Chile’s democratically elected president Salvador Allende. Supported by the CIA and U.S. military forces, Pinochet halted the progress of Allende’s socialist platform and transformed Chile into an export-based neoliberal economy. The multifront coup began shortly before dawn when the Chilean armada occupied the town of Valparaíso. During t...

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Last poem

Then, ground my burned cheek
against this rough gravel stone earth
– like a good South American –
I’ll lift up my face one minute more toward the sky
weeping
because I who believed in happiness
will have turned to see again the irrefutable stars.

© 2019, Anna Deeny Morales
From: Sky Below: Selected Works by Raúl Zurita
Publisher: 2016, Northwestern UP, Chicago

Last poem

Then, ground my burned cheek
against this rough gravel stone earth
– like a good South American –
I’ll lift up my face one minute more toward the sky
weeping
because I who believed in happiness
will have turned to see again the irrefutable stars.

© 2019, Anna Deeny Morales
From: Sky Below: Selected Works by Raúl Zurita
Publisher: 2016, Northwestern UP, Chicago

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