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Anthologies

Anthologies


  1. BulletRinconete y Cortadillo by Miguel de Cervantes Edited by Willis Barnstone and Hugh Harter. New York: Las Americas, 1960.


  1. BulletModern European Poetry, Willis Barnstone; Individual sections edited by Kimon Friar, Greek Poetry; Patricia Terry, French Poetry; Arthur Wensinger, German Poetry; George Reavy, Russian Poetry; Sonia Raiziss and Alfred de Palchi, Italian Poetry; Angel Flores, Spanish Poetry. New York: Bantam Books (Bantam Classics), 1966.


  1. BulletConcrete Poetry: A World View, Edited by Mary Ellen Solt and Willis Barnstone, Introduction by Mary Ellen Solt, Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1969.


  1. BulletEighteen Texts: Writings by Contemporary Greek Authors, Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1972.


  1. BulletA Book of Women Poets from Antiquity to Now, Aliki Barnstone and Willis Barnstone, New York: Schocken Books, 1980; 2nd edition edition. New York: Schocken Books/Pantheon, 1992.


  1. BulletThe Literatures of Asia, Africa, and Latin America, Willis Barnstone and Tony Barnstone. New York: Prentice Hall, 1998.


  1. BulletLiteratures of Latin America, New York: Prentice Hall, 2002.


  1. BulletLiteratures of the Middle East, Tony Barnstone and Willis Barnstone, New York: Penguin-Putnam, 2002.

 

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The Poet Traveler Lost in the Forest


Mother spirit of the forest, why do you vanish?  Why do you flee from

    our village?  Are you afraid?


When cattle low and crickets respond, you are a hunter laughing

    among bells, startling the beasts with noisy beaters.


In the twilight forest you appear as cows grazing, the shape of a

    remote house, are heard in the secret creaking of carts.


Whoever stays in the evening forest hears wild sounds.  Someone

    shouts at the hers, an ax chops into a tree, someone is

    screaming.


If I come near, you do not pounce on me like an animal.  No, you eat

    delicious fruit and lie down where you please.


Mother of the wild beasts, unplowed hank rich in foods, fragrances

    and  balm, spirit of the forest, I sing to you.


--translated by Tony Barnstore and Willis Barnstone

From Literatures of Asia, Africa and Latin America

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