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Obra poética completa
Edaf presenta la antología definitiva hasta la fecha de Miguel Hernández. En conmemoración del 75 aniversario de su muerte, la editorial publica su obra completa ampliada, revisada y corregida. Perteneciente a la generación del 36, Miguel Hernández fue un joven poeta que emociona a jóvenes y mayores, un escritor de fuste que humanizó y dignificó la palabra literaria comprometida con la vida y con las letras. Esta edición incorpora por primera vez en una obra completa fragmentos de obras dramáticas, imágenes inéditas o de escasa difusión, una corrección de su biografía, un manuscrito inédito (Las Fallas de Orihuela), biografías de célebres toreros y, en definitiva, una nueva perspectiva del poeta en cuanto a su su papel como narrador de cuentos infantiles, dramaturgo y precursor de las técnicas del Nuevo Periodismo.
832 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1998
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Miguel Hernández
260 books183 followersMiguel Hernández, born in Orihuela (Alicante Province), was a leading 20th century Spanish poet and playwright.
Hernández was born to a poor family and received little formal education; he published his first book of poetry at 23, and gained considerable fame before his death. He spent his childhood as a goatherd and farmhand, and was, for the most part, self-taught, although he did receive basic education from state schools and the Jesuits. He was introduced to literature by friend Ramon Sijé. As a youth, Hernández greatly admired the Spanish Baroque lyric poet Luis de Góngora, who was an influence in his early works. Like many Spanish poets of his era, he was deeply influenced by European vanguard movements, notably by Surrealism. Though Hernández employed novel images and concepts in his verses, he never abandoned classical, popular rhythms and rhymes. Two of his most famous poems were inspired by the death of his friends Ignacio Sánchez Mejías and Ramon Sijé.
Hernández campaigned for the Republic during the Spanish Civil War, writing poetry and addressing troops deployed to the front.
During the Civil War, on the ninth of March in 1937, he married Josefina Manresa Marhuenda, whom he had met in 1933 in Orihuela. His wife inspired him to write most of his romantic work. Their first son, Manuel Ramon, was born on 19 December 1937 but died in infancy on 19 October 1938. Months later came their second son, Manuel Miguel (b. 4 January 1939, d. 1984).
Unlike others, he could not escape Spain after the Republican surrender and was arrested multiple times after the war for his anti-fascist sympathies, and was eventually sentenced to death. His death sentence, however, was commuted to a prison term of 30 years, leading to incarceration in multiple jails under extraordinarily harsh conditions until he eventually succumbed to tuberculosis in 1942. Just before his death, Hernández scrawled his last verse on the wall of the hospital: Goodbye, brothers, comrades, friends: let me take my leave of the sun and the fields. Some of his verses were kept by his jailers.
While in prison, Hernández produced an extraordinary amount of poetry, much of it in the form of simple songs, which the poet collected in his papers and sent to his wife and others. These poems are now known as his Cancionero y romancero de ausencia (Songs and Ballads of Absence). In these works, the poet writes not only of the tragedy of the Spanish Civil War and his own incarceration, but also of the death of an infant son and the struggle of his wife and another son to survive in poverty. The intensity and simplicity of the poems, combined with the extraordinary situation of the poet, give them remarkable power.
Perhaps Hernández's best known poem is "Nanas de cebolla" ("Onion Lullaby"), a reply in verse to a letter from his wife in which she informed him that she was surviving on bread and onions. In the poem, the poet envisions his son breastfeeding on his mother's onion blood (sangre de cebolla), and uses the child's laughter as a counterpoint to the mother's desperation. In this as in other poems, the poet turns his wife's body into a mythic symbol of desperation and hope, of regenerative power desperately needed in a broken Spain.
Hernández was born to a poor family and received little formal education; he published his first book of poetry at 23, and gained considerable fame before his death. He spent his childhood as a goatherd and farmhand, and was, for the most part, self-taught, although he did receive basic education from state schools and the Jesuits. He was introduced to literature by friend Ramon Sijé. As a youth, Hernández greatly admired the Spanish Baroque lyric poet Luis de Góngora, who was an influence in his early works. Like many Spanish poets of his era, he was deeply influenced by European vanguard movements, notably by Surrealism. Though Hernández employed novel images and concepts in his verses, he never abandoned classical, popular rhythms and rhymes. Two of his most famous poems were inspired by the death of his friends Ignacio Sánchez Mejías and Ramon Sijé.
Hernández campaigned for the Republic during the Spanish Civil War, writing poetry and addressing troops deployed to the front.
During the Civil War, on the ninth of March in 1937, he married Josefina Manresa Marhuenda, whom he had met in 1933 in Orihuela. His wife inspired him to write most of his romantic work. Their first son, Manuel Ramon, was born on 19 December 1937 but died in infancy on 19 October 1938. Months later came their second son, Manuel Miguel (b. 4 January 1939, d. 1984).
Unlike others, he could not escape Spain after the Republican surrender and was arrested multiple times after the war for his anti-fascist sympathies, and was eventually sentenced to death. His death sentence, however, was commuted to a prison term of 30 years, leading to incarceration in multiple jails under extraordinarily harsh conditions until he eventually succumbed to tuberculosis in 1942. Just before his death, Hernández scrawled his last verse on the wall of the hospital: Goodbye, brothers, comrades, friends: let me take my leave of the sun and the fields. Some of his verses were kept by his jailers.
While in prison, Hernández produced an extraordinary amount of poetry, much of it in the form of simple songs, which the poet collected in his papers and sent to his wife and others. These poems are now known as his Cancionero y romancero de ausencia (Songs and Ballads of Absence). In these works, the poet writes not only of the tragedy of the Spanish Civil War and his own incarceration, but also of the death of an infant son and the struggle of his wife and another son to survive in poverty. The intensity and simplicity of the poems, combined with the extraordinary situation of the poet, give them remarkable power.
Perhaps Hernández's best known poem is "Nanas de cebolla" ("Onion Lullaby"), a reply in verse to a letter from his wife in which she informed him that she was surviving on bread and onions. In the poem, the poet envisions his son breastfeeding on his mother's onion blood (sangre de cebolla), and uses the child's laughter as a counterpoint to the mother's desperation. In this as in other poems, the poet turns his wife's body into a mythic symbol of desperation and hope, of regenerative power desperately needed in a broken Spain.
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December 8, 2019
Miguel Hernández era el puto amo, normal que lo quisieran matar los fachas.
April 3, 2017
Tal vez este sea el poeta que, en mi corta vida, más cercano me haya hablado.
January 18, 2025
Este es el primer libro de poesía que he leído, a mis 33 años. Sentía que tenía una deuda pendiente con el género, y mas en concreto con Miguel Hernández y que era momento de saldarla.
Lo que me ha descubierto este libro, al margen del increíble universo poético de Miguel Hernández, es cómo disfrutar leyendo poemas, y como su lectura, mas pausada y reflexiva, resulta emocionante como pocas cosas.
También me ha descubierto el genio de Miguel Hernández, su compromiso militante con el pueblo y con su tierra. La parte que mas me ha gustado de este tomo ha sido «Viento del Pueblo», y es un libro al que siento que tendré que volver periódicamente.
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Al mar no se lo tragan los barcos invasores,
mientras existe un árbol el bosque no se pierde,
una pared perdura sobre un solo ladrillo.
España se defiende de reveses traidores,
y avanza, y lucha, y muerde
mientras le quede un hombre de pie como un cuchillo.
Si no se pierde todo no se ha perdido nada.
En tanto aliente un español con ira
fulgurante de espada,
¿se perderá? ¡Mentira!
Lo que me ha descubierto este libro, al margen del increíble universo poético de Miguel Hernández, es cómo disfrutar leyendo poemas, y como su lectura, mas pausada y reflexiva, resulta emocionante como pocas cosas.
También me ha descubierto el genio de Miguel Hernández, su compromiso militante con el pueblo y con su tierra. La parte que mas me ha gustado de este tomo ha sido «Viento del Pueblo», y es un libro al que siento que tendré que volver periódicamente.
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Al mar no se lo tragan los barcos invasores,
mientras existe un árbol el bosque no se pierde,
una pared perdura sobre un solo ladrillo.
España se defiende de reveses traidores,
y avanza, y lucha, y muerde
mientras le quede un hombre de pie como un cuchillo.
Si no se pierde todo no se ha perdido nada.
En tanto aliente un español con ira
fulgurante de espada,
¿se perderá? ¡Mentira!
May 7, 2024
este hombre sufre demasiado y le sale unos pedazos de poemas, tiene ganado mi corazón
December 8, 2024
Es una de las cosas más hermosas que he leído en toda mi vida.
March 15, 2016
Either homework overload is making me cry at everything or these poems are designed to evoke within you the deepest of emotions. (I'm inclined to believe the latter. Although they're both strong possibilities.).
Debo admitir que conozco poca poesía española. Still. This was great. Sin duda Hernández poseía un don para la poesía (see what I did there, har har).
I did have to read the poems two or three times over in order to grasp them properly, but that's just me. Grrreeeeeaaatttt stuff once I could actually understand them (and man does contextual knowledge play an important one with this guy). Me gusta
Debo admitir que conozco poca poesía española. Still. This was great. Sin duda Hernández poseía un don para la poesía (see what I did there, har har).
I did have to read the poems two or three times over in order to grasp them properly, but that's just me. Grrreeeeeaaatttt stuff once I could actually understand them (and man does contextual knowledge play an important one with this guy). Me gusta
February 10, 2021
Tenia pendiente esta reseña que leí el 2018 y que me encantó. Yo recuerdo leyéndolo y comentándolo con mi hija de sus frases, que eran maravillosas. Es un libro autobiográfico en la etapa de post guerra en los locos años 20. Creo que el mito de Paris como el centro de la actividad intelectual de todo el mundo, en parte importante surge por este libro. Es un libro leíble y para volver a leer. Y que sirvió dicen de inspiración a Woody Allen para una de mis películas favorita "Medianoche en Paris".
February 6, 2020
Miguel Hernández, poeta de la generación del 36, poeta de España, oriundo de Orihuela, poeta del campo y del pueblo, poeta de aspiraciones universales, autor de poemas que pertenecen a lo mejor de la poesía española del siglo XX. Voz del pueblo y del hombre, defensor del hombre contra el hombre. Poeta autor de las Nanas de cebolla ,(una de las más sentidas canciones de cuna de la historia). Grande Miguel Hernández!
September 25, 2021
Muy buena edición para este gran poeta autodidacta que en poco más de diez años creó estos increíbles poemas.
December 18, 2023
Al leer a Miguel, se muda de piel y la nueva es de barro y sudor, de amor y locura, de pasión y desesperanza, de vida y de muerte.
Ayer no fui, hoy no soy; lo seré.
Ayer no fui, hoy no soy; lo seré.
June 27, 2025
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