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poetry La Historia Vive / History Lives

Poet Gene Grabiner reminds us that the past is not dead, it is not even past.

La Historia Vive

Amílcar y Aníbal, dos jóvenes que trabajaron en nuestra casa. 
No sabían nada de sus nombres.

La memoria vive
En los nombres, los nombres
De las lucha eterna
Contra Roma,
La antigua y la nueva Roma,
En los barrios de Nueva York,
En la calle 122, en la 123.
Pero han olvidado la historia, el recuerdo
Que aún vive
En los nombres–-
Amílcar, y
Aníbal: quienes, desde África con elefantes,
Abrieron la brecha
En la muralla de los Alpes.
Pero los jóvenes no conocen ni a Amílcar ni a Aníbal,
Contra Roma,
La antigua y la nueva Roma.
Solo conocen esto: los nombres–-
Sin historia, sin memoria.
Solo los nombres.


History Lives

Amílcar and Anibal, two young men who worked 
on our house. They knew nothing about their names.

Memory lives
In the names, the names
Of the eternal struggle
Against Rome,
The old and the new Rome,
In the neighborhoods of New York,
On 122nd Street, on 123rd.
But they have forgotten the history, the memory
That still lives
In the names–-
Hamílcar, and
Hannibal: who, from Africa with elephants,
Breached
The wall of the Alps.
But the young people 
Don’t know Hamílcar or Hannibal,
Against Rome,
The old and the new Rome.
They only know this: the names–-
Without history, without memory.
Only the names.

Gene Grabiner’s poems have appeared in various journals, including: Portside, The American Journal Of Nursing, The Main Street Rag, Poet Lore, La Presa, The Cafe Review, Blue Collar Review, Comstock Review, Connecticut River Review, J Journal, Jewish Currents, Naugatuck River Review, Passager, Sandhill Review, Slant, and Sojourners. He is a SUNY Distinguished Service Professor Emeritus.
 

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