This work was featured in Issue 17:2, Spring 2016 — LGBTQ Issue

Francisco Aragón

January 21, 2013

Dear Sergio:

Your depiction—in Margarita,
How Beautiful The Sea

of my homecoming to León in 1907

once again filled my arms with bouquets
that dampened my silk suit, baskets of flowers
and fruit, which I accepted with a nod

though leaving them in the hands of my entourage,
a cambric handkerchief wiping the sweat
dripping down my face and neck.

And as I opened a path for myself, village
folk pressing around, their lips at my sleeves,
a little boy with curly hair led the way

clutching the flag of Nicaragua.
I loved how you had Momotombo,
years later in 1916, blow—

moments after I drew my last breath,
the volcano producing a deep rumbling,
sending people into the streets,

a spatter of sparks lighting the sky.
I wasn’t aware (of course) of what came next—
your novel placing me there, in that room:

The doctor’s scalpel blinking like a star
in the moment it traced the incision
on my forehead, my scalp folded back, the saw’s

fine teeth biting into cranium, he
feverishly snipping ligaments, holding in his hands
my brain, seconds later proclaiming:

“Here it is—the private vessel of the muses!”
More than cringe, I blushed
at being handled with such care.

Perhaps you’re surprised by this letter?
You shouldn’t be. Anything is possible
in this racket of ours. But artful

is not how I’d describe that piece
you penned last November. You see:
those letters to Amado were real.

I bargained with myself, rewrote them
to preserve them, precisely because I knew
what would happen—you know

as well as I: he would have destroyed them
after reading them: What will people say?!
(he with wife and children) held sway…

I was in New York shortly after New Year’s
in 1915 heading home, when I wrote to him
one more time. But you were right

and I’m mildly embarrassed to admit it:
I told a little lie on those sheaths
of Hotel Astor stationery in Times Square:

the poem I enclosed wasn’t composed
in Barcelona expressly for him:
it was a piece of juvenalia, I know, but one

I had a soft spot for, and which I re-titled
and dedicated—to him. It was a running joke
between us: sending each other our fluff.

And yet, it’s ironic Sergio: thank you
for being complicit, for hinting at
my understory. How did you manage to nail

those final hours? I was indeed lying curled up
on my side, wrapped in a thick, gray blanket, snoring
lightly, my mouth slightly open as my fingers gripped

the silver crucifix that Amado—yes, Amado Nervo—
had given to me in Paris
when we shared that apartment

in Montmartre, and that I always carried
with me. I’d like to think that, somehow,
you knew—and know—this truth.

I’m waiting for the day when you,
the world, stop fighting it. I am
dead, and the dead are very patient.

Love,
Rubén

 

In November of 2012 Arizona State University issued a press release announcing the acquisition of a privately-held collection of manuscripts created by Nicaraguan poet Rubén Darío, who is widely recognized as the founder of Spanish American modernismo. The collection consists of 900 or so handwritten pages of poetry, essays, stories, and personal letters, nine of which revealed for the first time an intimate relationship between Darío and the famed Mexican poet Amado Nervo. Shortly after ASU made its announcement, the Nicaraguan novelist Sergio Ramírez published an article in which he renounced the letters as fake.
Reprinted from MiPoesias, June 2014, with permission of the author.

 

Francisco Aragón is the author of Glow of Our Sweat (Scapegoat Press, 2010), and Puerta del Sol (Bilingual Press, 2005), as well as the editor of The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry (University of Arizona Press, 2007); two of these titles won the International Latino Book Awards in 2011 and 2008. Recent work has appeared in Boderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Nepantla and MiPoesias. He is a faculty member of the Institute for Latino Studies (ILS) at the University of Notre Dame, where he teaches in the Fall. Spring and summers he spends in Washington, DC, from where he directs Letras Latinas, ILS's literary initiative, whose current major program is "PINTURA : PALABRA, a project in ekphrasis." Other web pages for this author on Beltway Poetry: Francisco Aragón: Summer 2007 Francisco Aragón: Museum Issue