You in yourself have no say; everyone governs you; your husband, your parents, your family, the priest, the dressmaker, the theatre, the dance hall, the auto, the fine furnishings, the feast, champagne, heaven and hell, and the social, "what will they say.
When the multitudes run rioting leaving behind ashes of burned injustices, and with the torch of the seven virtues, the multitudes run after the seven sins, against you and against everything unjust and inhuman, I will be in their midst with the torch in my hand.
You, honey of courtesan hypocrisies; not me; in all my poems I undress my heart. Copyright cJulia de Burgos. You are the cold doll of social lies, and me, the virile starburst of the human truth.
They lie, Julia de Burgos. You, flower of aristocracy; and me, flower of the people. Friday, April 08, Poem: You are only the ponderous lady very lady; not me; I am life, strength, woman. Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. And Burgos also wrote a number of famous poems about her African heritage, including "Ay, ay, ay de la grifa negra.
You in you have everything and you owe it to everyone, while me, my nothing I owe to nobody. It is my voice because you are the dressing and the essence is me; and the most profound abyss is spread between us.
You curl your hair and paint yourself; not me; the wind curls my hair, the sun paints me.
You are like your world, selfish; not me who gambles everything betting on what I am. Negro trozo de negro en que me esculpo, ay ay ay, que mi estatua es toda negra. Ay, ay, ay, the sins of the white King, let the black Queen wash them in forgiveness. Ay, ay, ay, my black race is slipping away running with the white race to become brown; to become the race of the future, fraternity of America!
Her feminism, use of irony, and self-conciousness approaches to lyric poetry prefigure subsequent generations of female poets across the Americas.
Had he been the slave master that would have been my shame; for among men and among nations, if the slave has no rights, the master has no conscience. Black piece of blackness where I carve myself ay, ay, ay, for my statue is all black. Julia de Burgos, "Ay ay ay de la grifa negra," tr.
You nailed to the static ancestral dividend, and me, a one in the numerical social divider, we are the duel to death who fatally approaches.
A jet black woman, I cry and I laugh at the thrill of being a black statue; of being a piece of the night, where my white teeth flash like lightning; and being a black whip that is twistes on blackness to shape the black nest where the crow lies. You belong to your husband, your master; not me; I belong to nobody, or all, because to all, to all I give myself in my clean feeling and in my thought.
Who rises in my verses is not your voice.Completamente diferente a la descripción que ofrece Julia de Burgos en su poema: Ay ay ay de la grifa negra y de la cual se siente orgullosa.
Burgos dice: “Ay ay ay, que soy grifa y pura negra. a poem by Julia de Burgos. Ay ay ay de la grifa negra.
Julia de Burgos. Ay ay ay, que soy grifa y pura negra; grifería en mi pelo, cafrería en mis labios; y mi chata nariz mozambiquea. Negra de intacto tinte, lloro y río la vibración de ser estatua negra. POETRY OF JULIA DE BllRGOS. Jessie D. Dixon. Thepoetry! ofJulia de Burgos((53)is usually noted for its poignant Jove themes and imagery of nature.
hut she also produced lesser-known poems. focusing. poem hAy ay ay de la grifa negra," This poem stands out because of. Ay, Ay, Ay de la Grifa Negra by Julia de Burgos 16 July, - Leave a comment - Posted in Interviews, Performance Poetry Poet: Julia de Burgos | Nationality: Puerto Rico, United States | Filmmaker: Favorite Poem Project.
Apr 08, · Poem: Julia de Burgos's "To Julia de Burgos" And Burgos also wrote a number of famous poems about her African heritage, including "Ay, ay, ay de la grifa negra." The poem below, however, is something else, an astringent, movingly truthful autocritique of the divided self, that is redolent, in the Spanish-language poetic tradition Author: J'S THEATER.
Ay, ay, ay, de la grifa negra Ay, ay, ay, que soy grifa y pura negra; grifería en mi pelo, cafrería en mis labios; y mi chata nariz mozambiquea.Download