Monday, January 13, 2003

The Visitor Comments

Rating: 3.3

In Spanish he whispers there is no time left.
It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat,
the ache of some field song in Salvador.
The wind along the prison, cautious
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Carolyn Forché
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Barry Middleton 09 August 2016

Very good poem but the final line, though true, does not really add anything new. The poem is tragic enough without this observation. The poem fits well with these times of xenophobia over immigration.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 August 2016

A small country! Thanks for sharing.

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Fabrizio Frosini 02 March 2016

'' There is nothing one man will not do to another. '' '' Niente c'è, che un uomo non possa fare ad un altro '' The pure truth!

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Gerry O''donnell 29 December 2014

This is full of emotion and power. Economical with words but not with its impact. It's excellent. Thank you.

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Carolyn Forché

Carolyn Forché

Detroit, Michigan
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