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Commotion <\/strong><\/p>\n Look how your arrival Angela Valle,<\/strong> Honduras (1927\u20132003)<\/p>\n Translated by Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n from “Poes\u00eda soy yo<\/em><\/strong>“, Poetas en espa\u00f1ol del siglo XX<\/span> <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Commotion Look how your arrival has stirred up the birds of my soul . . . How just that look of you caused commotion in my mourning birds . . . My unusual flapping became audible with your presence. Look how they tremble, searching for the nest and cry not finding you. You must know […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4522,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4521"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4521"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4521\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4562,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4521\/revisions\/4562"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4522"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhas stirred up the birds of my soul . . .
\nHow just that look of you
\ncaused commotion in my mourning birds . . .
\nMy unusual flapping
\nbecame audible with your presence.
\nLook how they tremble,
\nsearching for the nest and cry not finding you.
\nYou must know that they have fled
\nshaken by the inaudible winds,
\nthe swallows of my dreams, faraway
\nsince you came.
\nCome, lock up one by one
\nwith loving hand the flocks
\nthat are startled fly around,
\nand in the lateness of life, nest
\nunder your wing, love, forever.<\/p>\n
\nRaquel Lanseros and Ana Merino, Colecci\u00f3n Visor de Poes\u00eda, 2016<\/span><\/p>\n