Mis poemas

14 May 2014

Tomás Rivera. Poesía chicana.


M'IJO NO MIRA NADA

Mira, m'ijo, qué rascacielo.
   “Does it reach the sky and heaven?”
Mira, m'ijo, qué carrazo.
   “Can it get to the end of the world?”
Mira, m'ijo, ese soldado.
   “¿Por qué pelea?”
Mira, m'ijo, qué bonita fuente.
   “Yes, but I want to go to the restroom.”
Mira, m'ijo, qué tiendota de J.C. Penney,
   allí trabajarás un día.
   “Do you know the people there, daddy?”
No
   vámonos a casa,
   tú no miras nada.


MY SON DOESN'T SEE A THING

Look, son, what a skycraper.
   “Does it reach the sky and heaven?”
Look, son, what a fine car.
   “Can it get to the end of the world?”
Look, son, see that soldier.
   “Why does he fight?”
Look, son, what a beautiful fountain.
   “Yes, but I want to go to the restroom.”
Look, son, what an enormous J.C. Penney store,
   there is where you will work one day. 
   “Do you know the people there, daddy?”
No
   let's go home,
   you can't see a thing.


From: Fiesta en Aztlán. Ed. Toni Empringham. Capra Press, 1982. 

Tomás Rivera (Crystal City, Texas, 1935- Fontana, California, 1984) was a Chicano author, poet, and educator. He was born in Texas to migrant farm workers, and worked in the fields as a young boy. However, he achieved social mobility through education—earning a degree at Southwest Texas State University (now known as Texas State University), and later a Doctor of Philosophy degree (PhD) at the University of Oklahoma.
His publications include Y no se lo tragó la tierra / The Earth Did Not Part, Always and Other Poems, and numerous articles, monographs, and reports. 

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