{"id":22004,"date":"2023-03-13T13:03:03","date_gmt":"2023-03-13T19:03:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=22004"},"modified":"2023-05-21T17:23:33","modified_gmt":"2023-05-21T23:23:33","slug":"from-in-the-belly-of-night-and-other-poems-translated-by-wendy-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2023\/03\/from-in-the-belly-of-night-and-other-poems-translated-by-wendy-call\/","title":{"rendered":"From In the Belly of Night and Other Poems, translated by Wendy Call"},"content":{"rendered":"

An Excerpt from \u201cInto and Through the Belly of Night: A Translator\u2019s Note\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n

By this century\u2019s end, more than half of the languages currently spoken on our planet will fall silent. I remember distinctly the moment I first learned of that prognosis. Rain drummed the sheet-metal roof of my cinderblock house in rural Mexico, nine hundred miles south of Houston, Texas, in a region called the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. The century had just dawned. I had been living in the southern state of Oaxaca for a year, delighting in the rich tones of the languages that surrounded me: Chinantec, Chontal, Mixe, Ombeayi\u00fcts, Zoque, and Isthmus Zapotec. Until that moment, late in 2001, I had no idea how imperiled their existence was. Now, nearly two decades later, it is even more perilous: the world of 2100 might know only <\/span>one-tenth<\/span><\/i> of the languages spoken today. One in ten. Our collective human ability to convey emotion and experience, name our worlds, and locate ourselves in the universe might be decimated, with the deaths of the languages containing that knowledge. Imagine: the vast majority of the world\u2019s cosmologies, literatures, and history: <\/span>gone<\/span><\/i>. <\/span>No<\/span><\/i>, I thought, <\/span>this can\u2019t be<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

I began reading all the indigenous Mexican literature I could find, discovering that within one hundred miles of my cinderblock house, writers were publishing stories and poetry in at least ten languages\u2014ten distinct literary traditions. Knowing nothing of Mexican languages beyond a few words for greetings and foods, I relied on bilingual writers who rendered their work in Spanish, as well as their home languages. Eventually, I dared to translate some of that literature into English\u2014yes, the lingua franca whose rise correlates directly to global language extinction. Unavoidable irony aside, I translate filled with gratitude that these literatures exist in our world, and filled with hope that a wider audience might enjoy my English-language versions of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Irma Pineda writes in Isthmus Zapotec, a collection of variant dialects that is itself part of the much larger Zapotec language family. Nearly half a million people in the state of Oaxaca\u2014and many thousands who have immigrated to Mexico City, Los Angeles, and elsewhere\u2014are Zapotec speakers. \u201cIsthmus Zapotec\u201d includes languages that are as different as Catal\u00e1n and Spanish. What we call \u201cZapotec\u201d contains more than sixty distinct languages\u2014as wide-ranging as the entire family of Romance languages.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t encounter Irma Pineda\u2019s poetry while I was living in the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, only forty miles north of her hometown of Juchit\u00e1n, Oaxaca. Instead, I read her poems for the first time in a Mexico City literary journal in 2005\u2014the year that she published her first book of poetry. That book,<\/span> Ndaani\u2019 Gueela\u2019 \/ En el Vientre de la Noche<\/span><\/i>, gives this trilingual anthology its title: <\/span>In the Belly of Night<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Irma Pineda was born in Juchit\u00e1n in 1974, the older of two children. Her parents were teachers and Indigenous rights activists. In 1982, Juchit\u00e1n became the first city in all of Mexico to elect an opposition party to municipal government, after more than a half a century of single-party rule in Mexico. That historic election was the result of a social movement in Juchit\u00e1n that was brutally repressed by the federal government. That repression cost Irma Pineda\u2019s father, Victor \u201cYodo\u201d Pineda, his life. She was four years old when her father was disappeared. Throughout Pineda\u2019s life, her mother, C\u00e1ndida Santiago Pineda, has continued her activism. Like her mother, Pineda and her brother are both educators who engage deeply with their communities. Pineda moved to central Mexico in 1988 to attend high school and then university. She earned an undergraduate degree in communications. She later worked as a journalist and legislative aide in Mexico City, for the federal senator from Juchit\u00e1n. Pineda returned to her home city in 2004, the year before her first book of poetry was published. She completed master\u2019s studies in multicultural education. She is a long-time faculty member at the Universidad Pedag\u00f3gica Nacional (National Teachers\u2019 University) in Ixtepec, not far from Juchit\u00e1n. Currently, Pineda works as a senior policy advisor in the Mexican federal congress and serves as one of two representatives of Latin American indigenous peoples in the United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Pineda has always been immersed in the work of language, or <\/span>guunda<\/span><\/i>\u2014a Zapotec word that means to sing, to read, or to study. Since <\/span>Ndaani\u2019 Gueela\u2019 \/ En el Vientre de la Noche<\/span><\/i> appeared in 2005, she has published nine more books of poetry, one translated collection (by an early 20<\/span>th<\/span> century poet who worked only in Isthmus Zapotec), and an anthology for children.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wendy Call<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Four Trilingual Poems from <\/b>In the Belly of Night and Other Poems \/ En el vientre de la noche y otros poemas \/ Ndaani\u2019 Gueela\u2019 ne xhupa diidxaguie\u2019<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I Was Given This Day<\/b><\/p>\n

I was given this day
\n<\/span>with songs of silent birds
\n<\/span>with the smell of wet earth in the balconies\u2019 flowerpots
\n<\/span>with an iguana drawn on my son\u2019s shirt
\n<\/span>with sweet words of zapoteco
\n<\/span>pulled from my sister\u2019s tongue<\/span><\/p>\n

I was given this day
\n<\/span>with the hummingbird\u2019s absence from my window
\n<\/span>without cool earth \u00a0 nor stars\u00a0 nor jazm\u00edn del istmo
\n<\/span>without armadillos, whose bones we spurn
\n<\/span>without my grandfather\u2019s stories embroidered
\n<\/span>on the wide skirt of the afternoon<\/span><\/p>\n

I was given this day
\n<\/span>in the heart of the city.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Me lleg\u00f3 este d\u00eda\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Me lleg\u00f3 este d\u00eda
\n<\/span>con cantos de aves silenciosas
\n<\/span>con olor a tierra mojada en las macetas de los balcones
\n<\/span>con una iguana dibujada en la playera de mi hijo
\n<\/span>con la dulce palabra diidxaz\u00e1
\n<\/span>arrancada de la lengua de mi hermana\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Me lleg\u00f3 este d\u00eda
\n<\/span>con la ausencia del colibr\u00ed en mi ventana
\n<\/span>sin tierra fresca \u00a0 ni estrellas\u00a0 \u00a0 ni guie\u2019 xhuuba\u2019
\n<\/span>Sin armadillos para despreciar sus huesos
\n<\/span>sin historias de mi abuelo dibujadas
\n<\/span>en la enagua de la tarde\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Me lleg\u00f3 este d\u00eda
\n<\/span>en el coraz\u00f3n de la ciudad.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bedand\u00e1 dxi di\u2019 naa\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Bedand\u00e1 dxi di\u2019 naa
\n<\/span>ne riuunda\u2019 manihuiini\u2019 bisig\u00e1nicabe laa
\n<\/span>ne xho\u2019 yu dxe\u2019 ndaani\u2019 guisu guiiba\u2019
\n<\/span>ne ti guchachi\u2019 die\u2019 lu xhaba xhii\u00f1e
\n<\/span>ne diidxa\u2019 naxhi diidxaz\u00e1
\n<\/span>ni biaxha lu ludxi benda\u2019\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Bedand\u00e1 dxi di\u2019 naa
\n<\/span>cadi suhuaa biul\u00fa ruaa guiru biaani\u2019 lidxe\u2019
\n<\/span>gasti\u2019 yu ga\u2019nda\u2019 \u00a0 gasti\u2019 belegu\u00ed \u00a0 gasti\u2019 guie\u2019xhuuba\u2019
\n<\/span>Qui guini ti ngupi ni guiree l\u00e1 dxita ladi
\n<\/span>gasti\u2019 xtiidxa\u2019 bixhozegola\u2019 nidiee
\n<\/span>lu suudi huadxi\u2019 di\u2019\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Bedand\u00e1 dxi di\u2019 naa
\n<\/span>Ndaani\u2019 ladxid\u00f3\u2019 ti guidxi zitu\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Guest<\/b><\/p>\n

For Sebasti\u00e1n, when he bloomed in my heart<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The galloping of horses
\n<\/span>is your heart\u2019s flight in my belly,
\n<\/span>traveler coming down the path,
\n<\/span>I save a shard of moonbeam to give you
\n<\/span>and a large shell with the sea inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

My hands weave a frangipani garland
\n<\/span>to thread my heart on and place around your neck
\n<\/span>like our people place around the necks
\n<\/span>of our town\u2019s important guests.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before you arrive, I\u2019ll tuck heads of garlic
\n<\/span>into doorways and windows, to scare away the nagual
\n<\/span>who would drink your new blood.
\n<\/span>I\u2019ll look for an earthen pot
\n<\/span>whose belly will guard your lifeline
\n<\/span>and I\u2019ll bury it under a large shade tree
\n<\/span>so you will never forget the land
\n<\/span>that holds your soul
\n<\/span>so that no demon will torment you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t forget
\n<\/span>the power of our blood
\n<\/span>because we come from the clouds
\n<\/span>the tigers, trees, and boulders are our parents.
\n<\/span>You will be blessed on this earth,
\n<\/span>traveler who has not yet arrived!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

El hu\u00e9sped<\/b><\/p>\n

A Sebasti\u00e1n, cuando floreci\u00f3 en mi coraz\u00f3n<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un galopar de caballos
\n<\/span>es el vuelo de tu coraz\u00f3n en mi vientre,
\n<\/span>viajero que vienes en el camino,
\n<\/span>guardo un rayito de luna para darte
\n<\/span>y un caracol grande en donde habita la mar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mis manos tejen un collar de cacalox\u00fachitl
\n<\/span>para ensartar mi coraz\u00f3n y colgarlo de tu cuello
\n<\/span>como nuestra gente cuelga al cuello de los importantes
\n<\/span>que visitan nuestro pueblo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mientras llegas, colocar\u00e9 cabezas de ajo
\n<\/span>en puertas y ventanas, para espantar al nagual
\n<\/span>que quiera beber tu sangre nueva.
\n<\/span>Buscar\u00e9 una olla de barro
\n<\/span>cuyo vientre guardar\u00e1 la casa de tu ombligo
\n<\/span>y la enterraremos bajo un \u00e1rbol grande y fresco
\n<\/span>para que nunca olvides a la tierra
\n<\/span>que guarda el alma de tu ser
\n<\/span>y no haya demonio que la moleste.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tampoco olvides
\n<\/span>la fuerza de tu sangre
\n<\/span>porque de las nubes venimos
\n<\/span>los tigres, \u00e1rboles y pe\u00f1ascos son nuestros padres
\n<\/span>bendito ser\u00e1s sobre esta tierra
\n<\/span>viajero que a\u00fan no llegas!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Biuuza\u2019<\/b><\/p>\n

Ni bisiga\u2019de\u2019 Sebasti\u00e1n dxi biele\u2019 ndaani\u2019 ladxidua\u2019<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rului\u2019 cuxoo\u00f1e\u2019 mani\u2019
\n<\/span>ora ripapa ladxido\u2019lo\u2019 ndaane\u2019,
\n<\/span>biuuza\u2019 zeedu neza,
\n<\/span>cay\u00e1pa\u2019 ti biaanihuiini\u2019 beeu\u2019 gusiga\u2019de\u2019 lii
\n<\/span>ne ti bichu\u2019 naro\u2019ba\u2019 ra ga\u2019chi\u2019 nisad\u00f3\u2019.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Naya\u2019 cuz\u00e1\u2019 ti big\u00e1\u2019 guie\u2019 chaachi\u2019
\n<\/span>ra ganda ladxidua\u2019 ne chu\u2019 yannilu\u2019
\n<\/span>sica rugaanda binni yoo yanni binni risaca
\n<\/span>rig\u00e1nna laanu.<\/span><\/p>\n

Laga gueedandou\u2019 chi ugaanda\u2019 ique aju
\n<\/span>rua yoo ne guiiru biaani\u2019, ti guchibi bidxaa
\n<\/span>gacaladxi\u2019 gueda gu\u00e9\u2019 rini cubi.
\n<\/span>Zuyube ti pumpu yu
\n<\/span>ndaani\u2019 guiapa doo yoo ne xquipilu\u2019
\n<\/span>ne guca\u2019chinu laa xha\u2019na\u2019 ti yaga ro\u2019 naga\u2019nda
\n<\/span>ti qui chu\u2019 dxi gusiaandu lay\u00fa
\n<\/span>ni cayapa xquendalu\u2019
\n<\/span>ne qui chu\u2019 binnidxaba\u2019 guchii\u00f1a laa.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Zaqueca qui gusiaandu\u2019
\n<\/span>nadipa\u2019 rini bia\u2019neu\u2019
\n<\/span>ti binniz\u00e1 nga laanu,
\n<\/span>beedxe, yaga ne gui\u00e9 nga bixhozenu ne j\u00f1aanu
\n<\/span>\u00a1nandx\u00f3 nga lii lu guidxilay\u00fa di\u2019
\n<\/span>biuuza\u2019 ca\u2019ru\u2019 guedandalu\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the Belly of Night<\/b><\/p>\n

In the belly of night I move
\n<\/span>I seek
\n<\/span>a wise sea turtle porter of one thousand years
\n<\/span>a sea turtle devourer of earth
\n<\/span>deep drinker of days
\n<\/span>guardian of all nostalgia
\n<\/span>to heal this soul that pains me so
\n<\/span>to drink the tears these shadows pour on me
\n<\/span>to pour sunlight on this sadness of mine<\/span><\/p>\n

I seek
\n<\/span>a sea turtle who will give me
\n<\/span>her sharpened teeth
\n<\/span>her iron house
\n<\/span>her gait stripped of rage and haste
\n<\/span>and her footprint of light on the earth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

En el vientre de la noche<\/b>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

En el vientre de la noche avanzo
\n<\/span>busco
\n<\/span>una tortuga sabia cargadora de mil a\u00f1os
\n<\/span>una tortuga comedora de tierra
\n<\/span>bebedora profunda de los d\u00edas
\n<\/span>curadora de nostalgias
\n<\/span>para sanar un alma que me duele tanto
\n<\/span>para beber las l\u00e1grimas que me derraman las sombras
\n<\/span>para asolear esta tristeza m\u00eda\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Busco
\n<\/span>una tortuga que me regale
\n<\/span>sus afilados dientes
\n<\/span>su casa de hierro
\n<\/span>su andar despojado de ira y prisa
\n<\/span>y su huella de luz sobre la tierra.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ndaani\u2019 gueela\u2019\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Ndaani\u2019 gueela\u2019 canazaya\u2019
\n<\/span>cuyube\u2019
\n<\/span>ti bigu\u2019 nuu xpiaani\u2019 nua\u2019 stale iza
\n<\/span>ti bigu ni ro yu
\n<\/span>ni re\u2019 diti dxi
\n<\/span>ni rusianda xilase
\n<\/span>ti gusianda ladxidua\u2019 nab\u00e9 nan\u00e1
\n<\/span>ti gu\u00e9 nisa ruuna band\u00e1\u2019 luguiaya\u2019
\n<\/span>ti cu\u00e9 lu gubidxa yuuba\u2019 xtine\u2019\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cuyube\u2019
\n<\/span>ti bigu gusiga\u2019de\u2019 naa
\n<\/span>laya naduxhu\u2019
\n<\/span>lidxi guiiba\u2019
\n<\/span>xquendariz\u00e1 dxi
\n<\/span>ne xtuuba biaani’ ndaani\u2019 guidxilay\u00fa di\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I Embrace Your Naked Coolness<\/b><\/p>\n

I embrace your naked coolness
\n<\/span>dress your body\u2019s stiffness
\n<\/span>prepare your forever bed
\n<\/span>your suitcase:
\n<\/span>I pack a gourd so you won\u2019t forget
\n<\/span>to drink pozol wherever you go.
\n<\/span>I pack your new sandals
\n<\/span>since they say the path is long
\n<\/span>the river is wide
\n<\/span>the landscape only half lit.
\n<\/span>I put in your beautiful
\n<\/span>dress clothes
\n<\/span>your flower-embroidered huipil
\n<\/span>your pleated lace skirt
\n<\/span>because the angel of death
\n<\/span>might ask you for a dance.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Abrazo tu fr\u00eda desnudez<\/b><\/p>\n

Abrazo tu fr\u00eda desnudez
\n<\/span>arropo la rigidez de tu cuerpo
\n<\/span>preparo tu cama eternal
\n<\/span>tu equipaje:
\n<\/span>Pongo una j\u00edcara para que no olvides
\n<\/span>beber pozol por donde vayas.
\n<\/span>Pongo tus huaraches nuevos
\n<\/span>pues dicen que es largo el camino
\n<\/span>que es ancho el r\u00edo
\n<\/span>de penumbra es el paisaje.
\n<\/span>Pongo tu ropa hermosa,
\n<\/span>la de fiesta
\n<\/span>tu huipil bordado de flores
\n<\/span>tu enagua de ol\u00e1n
\n<\/span>no sea que la muerte
\n<\/span>quiera contigo bailar un son.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Caguiidxe\u2019 xieladilu\u2019 naga\u2019nda\u2019<\/b><\/p>\n

Caguiidxe\u2019 xieladilu\u2019 naga\u2019nda\u2019
\n<\/span>rucuaque\u2019 lari ladichongalu\u2019
\n<\/span>cabaquechahue\u2019 ra gatalu\u2019
\n<\/span>ni chine\u00fa\u2019:
\n<\/span>cuguaa ti xiga ti qui gusiaandu\u2019
\n<\/span>guelu\u2019 cuba neza zeu\u2019.
\n<\/span>Cuguaa xquelaguidilu\u2019 nacubi
\n<\/span>ti n\u00e1cabe xhirooba neza ca
\n<\/span>nal\u00e1ga guiigu\u2019
\n<\/span>nacahuid\u00f3\u2019 nga chec\u00e1.
\n<\/span>Cuguaa xhabalu\u2019 ni jma\u2019 sicar\u00fa,
\n<\/span>lari saa,
\n<\/span>xtaanilu\u2019 di\u2019ba\u2019 guie\u2019 lu
\n<\/span>ne bisuudi\u2019 ol\u00e1n
\n<\/span>cadi mala si n\u00e1 guendaguti
\n<\/span>guyaa ne lii ti son yaa.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/h5>\n
Poems in Spanish and Isthmus Zapotec by Irma Pineda
\n<\/span>English translations and excerpt from Translator\u2019s Note by Wendy Call<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

The English translations of these poems originally appeared in these U.S. literary journals: \u201cI Embrace Your Naked Coolness\u201d in <\/span>The Cincinnati Review<\/span><\/i> (University of Cincinnati, Winter 2015); \u201cI Was Given This Day\u201d and \u201cIn the Belly of Night\u201d in <\/span>Sow\u2019s Ear Poetry Review <\/span><\/i>(Virginia, Fall 2012); and \u201cGuest\u201d in <\/span>Eleven-Eleven<\/span><\/i> (California College of the Arts, San Francisco, Winter 2013). Both poet and translator are grateful to them for early support of this work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the Belly of Night and Other Poems <\/span><\/i>was published in trilingual edition in August 2022 by Mexico City\u2019s <\/span>Pluralia Ediciones<\/span><\/a>.<\/span><\/h6>\n

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