A Discovery of Poetry





A Discovery of Poetry

New York                 by Cesar Chelala

Some people’s lives are marked by their concern for others. That is the case for my friend Janet Brof, whom I have known for many years. She is the equivalent of any heroine from old times. There is in her an ingrained love for those less favored in life, an unbending urge for justice, and an unparalleled generosity.

We met through friends in common during the 1970s, when both of us were trying to understand and bring a sense of fairness to the wars then ravaging Central America. I remember one of the projects to which she gave all her enthusiasm: to teach poetry writing to adult Spanish speakers who immigrated to New York from Latin America.

Most of her students at the school in the Upper West Side neighborhood where the classes were taking place had only the most basic education, and some had never attended school formally. But that didn’t deter Janet from putting all her energies into the project. If anything, it encouraged her even more.

At one of her classes I met Olga Rodriguez, a charismatic 65-year-old woman from the Dominican Republic, who never went to school and learned how to write through informal classes with friends.

Olga had lived in her country until her late 20s, and then moved to New York where she worked in a factory to earn a living and help her family. Only recently had she had the time to study English. When she decided to take Janet’s poetry workshop she never missed a class.

Although her written Spanish frequently has spelling errors, it doesn’t matter. She is keen to express herself through poetry. When I met her she told me, “With these classes I am living the kind of experience I want to live. This is like therapy for me. I feel comforted, happy, isolated from problems of everyday life. Now, out of anything I can write a poem. I feel that this belongs to me.”

The following is one of her poems in translation by Janet Brof.

My old age

by Olga Rodriguez

What will become of me in my old age?

says the palm tree that blooms at the edge of the beach.

I am young.

All the world comes to me and embraces me.

Oh how good I feel

Surrounded by some many lovely people and trees! What greenery!

Oh warm sand, you comfort me with your going and coming.

I am young.

Time goes by.

Already I no longer have so much greenery

And I don’t give shade anymore.

What will happen to me in my old age?

Oh brilliant sun, with your silver rays

Oh breeze, you no longer sustain me as before.

You move me around at will

I can only await

death.

Dr. Cesar Chelala is the foreign correspondent for The Middle East Times International (Australia).


 














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