Brief and strange poem by Rafael Augusto Zorrilla

Rafael Augusto Zorrilla (1892-1937), elected Supreme Pontiff of the Postumismo in 1934, left a fragmented poetic work and some theories about the movement, with which we did his "virtual manifesto" in p. 446 of our book "Postumismo and vedrinismo first Vanguards Dominican" (Ministry of culture, March 2011, 796 pp), where we read of N to the Q: "Let his own music to the verse." Music universal and eternal, serene and condensed; created by intimate psychological vibrations. Emotion sutilizada in sound energy and not skillful combination of sound with words. Paradoxes of light and shadow: investment of corporeal to intangible, of the tangible to the disembodied. "We make the subjective and objective unit tangibilizando the ideal in a subconscious beauty, such as pure creation of the espÏritu."Where clearly makes a statement of "Interior." Also in his practice he preferred lyrical synthesis and almost all his poems u000athey are brief.

was, after the movement proclaimed in March 1921 in the magazine "La Cuna de América" a poet free.

perhaps written beforehand, however, discovered in the magazine "Quisqueya" a brief and bizarre poem written with lines measured and rimados, dedicated to the love of mother and signed at the bottom brackets, to go unnoticed, with such great modesty always expressed, even though the wording so that there was no doubt in the future, says his full name. As a curiosity of literary archaeology we offer as it was published on 31 December 1921; i.e. does ninety years.

The greatest thing

to my dear friend Mercedes Benedict.

Mother's love! Love here on Earth

pure divine; love image

Feeling very clear enclosing

The beautiful of heaven to the World wine;

Peace in the continuous war IRIS

Of the passions that we u000aShe gave destiny,

heavenly, Balsam rejoice the soul

of safe harbor

(Zorrilla)

think it is a wonderful opportunity that someone learn these verses which by its brevity and tenderness, should recite in the classrooms, not only the next day dedicated to the last Sunday in may, but at every opportunity, because, as the common people he said: every day is mother's day.

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