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Margarita Cardona

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The little girl bows
Before the letter
Leans towards the poem
The little girl doesn’t know its shape
The little girl bows
Like a dreaming tree
Thus her hands gather graphic signs
They are in herself
The little girl asks her father
About shapes
She wants to make a poem
The mother watches them
They are the poem.

© Translation: 2010, Laura Chalar

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La niña se inclina
Ante la letra
Se inclina hacia el poema
La niña no sabe su forma
La niña se inclina
Como un árbol que sueña
Así sus manos van juntando grafismos
Están en ella misma
La niña pregunta a su padre
Por la forma
Ella quiere hacer un poema
La madre los mira
Son el poema.

© 2005, Margarita Cardona
From: Cita del mediodía
Publisher: Editorial Endymion, Medellin

Margarita Cardona

Margarita Cardona

(Colombia, 1949)

Margarita Cardona Villa was born in Medellín, Colombia, in August 1949. Her work has been published in cultural magazines in Colombia and abroad; her poems have appeared in a book which, in accordance with the advice of J. R. Jiménez, was “published with scissors”. Cita del Mediodía (Midday Rendezvous) (published by Endymion, 2005) collects the poetic work of 30 years’ constant labour, which re...

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The little girl bows
Before the letter
Leans towards the poem
The little girl doesn’t know its shape
The little girl bows
Like a dreaming tree
Thus her hands gather graphic signs
They are in herself
The little girl asks her father
About shapes
She wants to make a poem
The mother watches them
They are the poem.

© 2010, Laura Chalar
From: Cita del mediodía

A B C

The little girl bows
Before the letter
Leans towards the poem
The little girl doesn’t know its shape
The little girl bows
Like a dreaming tree
Thus her hands gather graphic signs
They are in herself
The little girl asks her father
About shapes
She wants to make a poem
The mother watches them
They are the poem.

© 2010, Laura Chalar

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