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Cisneros’ book, imbued with a remarkable sense of history, is an irreverent and revisionist interpretation of Peru’s past. His early poems, characterized by their epigrammatic brevity, are lean and taut, precise in language and ironic in tone. By 1968 he had become a master of the long verse line, which he uses to this day. Jack Schmitt The Book Review Los Angeles Times Wind (Haut de Cagnes) The wind fucks me up, even if it’s literary like the Mistral that prowls through my house names hotels and wines tangling my hair which I want to keep tidy like a farm every plant, every animal in place. When it comes from the water it brings sand, shipwrecked sailors, planks from wrecks which it calmly plants between my eyes. From the forests: thorns, tall branches and spikes and owls, (From the streets of Lima: dust, dust, dust, and a little ground glass) |
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