{"id":5102,"date":"2021-07-27T14:52:00","date_gmt":"2021-07-27T15:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=5102"},"modified":"2021-07-27T14:52:00","modified_gmt":"2021-07-27T15:52:00","slug":"693-poetry-eugenio-montejo-venezuela","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/693-poetry-eugenio-montejo-venezuela\/","title":{"rendered":"693 | Poetry | Eugenio Montejo, Venezuela"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<h2><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-5100 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Foto-ITHACA-693-233x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"233\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Foto-ITHACA-693-233x300.jpg 233w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Foto-ITHACA-693-200x257.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Foto-ITHACA-693-300x386.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/Foto-ITHACA-693.jpg 477w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 233px) 100vw, 233px\" \/><\/h2>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Poetry<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Poetry crosses the earth alone,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">gives its voice to the pain of the world<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">and asks for nothing<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">not even words.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It comes from far away, unexpected, without notice;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">it has the key of the door.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">On entering, it always stops to look at us.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Then opens its hand and gives us<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">a flower or a pebble, something secret,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">but so intense that the heart beats<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">too fast. And we wake up.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Eugenio Montejo<\/strong>, Venezuela (1938-2008)<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><em>Translation Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><strong><em>La poes\u00eda \/\/ <\/em><\/strong><em>La poes\u00eda cruza la tierra sola, \/ apoya su voz en el dolor del mundo \/ y nada pide \/ ni siquiera palabras. \/ Llega de lejos y sin hora, nunca avisa; \/ y tiene la llave de la puerta. \/ Al entrar siempre se detiene a mirarnos. \/ Despu\u00e9s abre su mano y nos entrega \/ una flor o un guijarro, algo secreto, \/<br \/>\npero tan intenso que el coraz\u00f3n palpita \/ demasiado veloz. Y despertamos<\/em><em>.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poetry Poetry crosses the earth alone, gives its voice to the pain of the world and asks for nothing not even words. It comes from far away, unexpected, without notice; it has the key of the door. On entering, it always stops to look at us. Then opens its hand and gives us a flower [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5100,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5102"}],"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=5102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5103,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5102\/revisions\/5103"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5100"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}