Carmen O. Menéndez Q&A on “Return to Nantucket”
Carmen O. Menéndez talks about the genesis of her poem “Return to Nantucket.”
Carmen O. Menéndez talks about the genesis of her poem “Return to Nantucket.”
Carmen O. Menéndez talks about the genesis of her poem “The Lady of Mojácar.”
The white island appears in front of my eyes, a tiny point at first, misty in the midst of my dreams. The ocean is so huge around, my memories so gone, that only the roaring of the ferry-boat makes me feel it might be real. I am reversing the literary statement, for instead of following […]
To Herminio, a transhumant thatcher in Asturias The moon is out and is the thatcher’s time, when he owns the green valley, and he owns the great heights. The broom is green and soft and is the thatcher’s time, when the bear looks for berries, and the fox hides in the dark. I follow the […]
Here is this flower which in English gets praised by poets and painters, has the name of a queen, and suggests elegant homes with cuspings in gables, lacy spindles, turrets with domes. In Castilian it is just an unnoticed wild flower, that is all. In the old and new England clusters of exuberant texture in […]
The white town is perched so high on a hill that it resembles a cluster of clouds emerged one foggy night from the sea, yet deterred a short distance from the coast by an odd spell. In the sun, the manifold houses add cubical edges and arches to this eerie pyramid, a runaway of African […]