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Summa poética
La abra de Guillen, poeta nacional de Cuba, es un canto de rebeldia y esperanza, de combate y saludo por parte de quien siempre ha conservado una poetica comprometida adecuada al momento y a la materia de sus instancias raciales, nacionales y politicas.
304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1976
About the author
Nicolás Guillén
196 books51 followersNicolás Cristóbal Guillén Batista was a Cuban poet, journalist, political activist, and writer. He is best remembered as the national poet of Cuba.
Guillén was born in Camagüey, Cuba. He studied law at the University of Havana, but he soon abandoned a legal career and worked as a typographer and journalist.
His poetry was published in various magazines from the early 1920s and his first collection, Motivos de son, appeared in 1930. West Indies, Ltd., published in 1934, was Guillén's first collection of poetry with political implications. Cuba's dictatorial Machado regime had been overthrown in 1933, but political repression in the following years intensified. In 1936, with other editors of Mediodía, Guillén was arrested on trumped-up charges, and spent some time in jail. In 1937 he joined the Communist Party and made his first trip abroad–to attend a Congress of Writers and Artists in Spain. During his travels in the country he covered Spain's Civil War as a magazine reporter.
Guillén returned to Cuba via Guadeloupe. He stood as a Communist in the local elections of 1940. The following year he was refused a visa to enter the United States, but he travelled widely over the next twenty years – in South America, China and Europe. Guillén's poetry was increasingly becoming imbued with issues of cross-cultural Marxist dialectic. He was prevented by the Batista government from entering Cuba in 1953, but was welcomed back by Fidel Castro after the revolution, becoming appointed president of the Unión Nacional de Escritores de Cuba–the National Cuban Writers' Union–in 1961. He also wrote some evocative and poignant poetry highlighting social conditions, such as "Problemas de Subdesarrollo" and "Dos Niños". He was awarded the Stalin Peace Prize in 1954, which was later renamed for Lenin under de-Stalinization and also the Laureate Of The International Botev Prize in 1976. He was the inaugural winner of Cuba's National Prize for Literature (1983).
Nicolás Guillén died in 1989 at age 87 and was buried in the Colon Cemetery, Havana. His nephew was experimental Cuban filmmaker Nicolás Guillén Landrián (1938–2003).
Guillén was born in Camagüey, Cuba. He studied law at the University of Havana, but he soon abandoned a legal career and worked as a typographer and journalist.
His poetry was published in various magazines from the early 1920s and his first collection, Motivos de son, appeared in 1930. West Indies, Ltd., published in 1934, was Guillén's first collection of poetry with political implications. Cuba's dictatorial Machado regime had been overthrown in 1933, but political repression in the following years intensified. In 1936, with other editors of Mediodía, Guillén was arrested on trumped-up charges, and spent some time in jail. In 1937 he joined the Communist Party and made his first trip abroad–to attend a Congress of Writers and Artists in Spain. During his travels in the country he covered Spain's Civil War as a magazine reporter.
Guillén returned to Cuba via Guadeloupe. He stood as a Communist in the local elections of 1940. The following year he was refused a visa to enter the United States, but he travelled widely over the next twenty years – in South America, China and Europe. Guillén's poetry was increasingly becoming imbued with issues of cross-cultural Marxist dialectic. He was prevented by the Batista government from entering Cuba in 1953, but was welcomed back by Fidel Castro after the revolution, becoming appointed president of the Unión Nacional de Escritores de Cuba–the National Cuban Writers' Union–in 1961. He also wrote some evocative and poignant poetry highlighting social conditions, such as "Problemas de Subdesarrollo" and "Dos Niños". He was awarded the Stalin Peace Prize in 1954, which was later renamed for Lenin under de-Stalinization and also the Laureate Of The International Botev Prize in 1976. He was the inaugural winner of Cuba's National Prize for Literature (1983).
Nicolás Guillén died in 1989 at age 87 and was buried in the Colon Cemetery, Havana. His nephew was experimental Cuban filmmaker Nicolás Guillén Landrián (1938–2003).
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July 28, 2020
Su poesía llena de jitanjáforas es la que más me atrae.
May 14, 2019
Aunque mi poema favorito de Guillén, "Canción", no sé encontrara en la antología; lo he disfrutado ampliamente.
September 8, 2024
MI PATRIA ES DULCE POR FUERA
Mi patria es dulce por fuera,
y muy amarga por dentro;
mi patria es dulce por fuera,
con su verde primavera,
con su verde primavera,
y un sol de hiel en el centro.
¡Qué cielo de azul callado
mira impasible tu duelo!
¡Qué cielo de azul callado,
ay, Cuba, el que Dios te ha dado,
ay, Cuba, el que Dios te ha dado,
con ser tan azul tu cielo!
Un pájaro de madera
me trajo en su pico el canto;
un pájaro de madera.
¡Ay, Cuba, si te dijera,
yo que te conozco tanto,
ay, Cuba, si te dijera,
que es de tu sangre tu palmera,
que es de tu sangre tu palmera,
y que tu mar es de llanto!
Bajo tu risa ligera,
yo te conozco tanto,
miro la sangre y el llanto,
bajo tu risa ligera.
Sangre y llanto
bajo tu risa ligera;
sangre y llanto,
bajo tu risa ligera.
Sangre y llanto.
El hombre de tierra adentro
está en un hoyo metido,
muerto sin haber nacido,
el hombre de tierra adentro.
Y el hombre de la ciudad,
ay, Cuba, es un pordiosero:
anda hambriento y sin dinero,
pidiendo por caridad,
aunque se ponga sombrero
y baile en la sociedad.
(Lo digo en mi son entero,
porque es la pura verdad.)
Hoy yanqui, ayer española,
sí, señor,
la tierra que nos tocó,
siempre el pobre la encontró
si hoy yanqui, ayer española,
¡cómo no!
¡Qué sola la tierra sola,
la tierra que nos tocó!
La mano que no se afloja
hay que estrecharla enseguida;
la mano que no se afloja,
china, negra, blanca o roja,
china, negra, blanca o roja,
con nuestra mano tendida.
Un marino americano,
bien,
en el restaurant del puerto,
bien,
un marino americano
me quiso dar la mano,
me quiso dar la mano,
pero allí se quedó muerto,
bien,
pero allí se quedó muerto,
bien,
pero allí se quedó muerto
el marino americano
que en el restaurant del puerto
me quiso dar la mano,
¡bien!
Mi patria es dulce por fuera,
y muy amarga por dentro;
mi patria es dulce por fuera,
con su verde primavera,
con su verde primavera,
y un sol de hiel en el centro.
¡Qué cielo de azul callado
mira impasible tu duelo!
¡Qué cielo de azul callado,
ay, Cuba, el que Dios te ha dado,
ay, Cuba, el que Dios te ha dado,
con ser tan azul tu cielo!
Un pájaro de madera
me trajo en su pico el canto;
un pájaro de madera.
¡Ay, Cuba, si te dijera,
yo que te conozco tanto,
ay, Cuba, si te dijera,
que es de tu sangre tu palmera,
que es de tu sangre tu palmera,
y que tu mar es de llanto!
Bajo tu risa ligera,
yo te conozco tanto,
miro la sangre y el llanto,
bajo tu risa ligera.
Sangre y llanto
bajo tu risa ligera;
sangre y llanto,
bajo tu risa ligera.
Sangre y llanto.
El hombre de tierra adentro
está en un hoyo metido,
muerto sin haber nacido,
el hombre de tierra adentro.
Y el hombre de la ciudad,
ay, Cuba, es un pordiosero:
anda hambriento y sin dinero,
pidiendo por caridad,
aunque se ponga sombrero
y baile en la sociedad.
(Lo digo en mi son entero,
porque es la pura verdad.)
Hoy yanqui, ayer española,
sí, señor,
la tierra que nos tocó,
siempre el pobre la encontró
si hoy yanqui, ayer española,
¡cómo no!
¡Qué sola la tierra sola,
la tierra que nos tocó!
La mano que no se afloja
hay que estrecharla enseguida;
la mano que no se afloja,
china, negra, blanca o roja,
china, negra, blanca o roja,
con nuestra mano tendida.
Un marino americano,
bien,
en el restaurant del puerto,
bien,
un marino americano
me quiso dar la mano,
me quiso dar la mano,
pero allí se quedó muerto,
bien,
pero allí se quedó muerto,
bien,
pero allí se quedó muerto
el marino americano
que en el restaurant del puerto
me quiso dar la mano,
¡bien!
February 19, 2025
Ah desdichado!, responde
responde tú
dónde hallarás verde y verde y azul y azul
palma y palma bajo el cielo,
Responde tú...
responde tú
dónde hallarás verde y verde y azul y azul
palma y palma bajo el cielo,
Responde tú...
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