From “San Francisco Libre” by Isidro Fuentes Castillo

BOMB 9 Spring 1984
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Hope Sandrow, Palm Sunday, Century City I L.A., 1983, silver print. Courtesy of Oggi Domani, New York

When the wind blows with all its force
the lake also rages.
Cicada and frogs chirrup
and then the water ducks take up the beat.
Miles of lights sparkle from Managua.
Suddenly I think
of infants born at this moment,
in this moment these infants are born within the Revolution.
I think
in “San Francisco Libre”
while watching across the lake
miles of lights from Managua.

Poetry Workshop, Battalion of Military Engineers


Translated from the Spanish by Zoë Anglesey.


From Poesia Libre, #6, June 1982, Nicaragua. Will appear in The Dalmo’ma Anthology, Empty Bowl Press, Port Townsend, Washington, 1984.

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BOMB 9, Spring 1984

Nicolas Echevarria, Pam Yates, art by James Nares and Tom Otterness, writing by Daisy Zamora, Kathy Acker, Glenn O’Brien, and more.

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