Calle de Las Huertas

A street in old Madrid inscribed with poems, shot after a long day in which the conference finished and then, later, we went out for a lovely walk and dinner with Simon and Shelley. So tired I can't turn myself into translating mode and, in any case, I do believe in the saying that 'the only thing that gets lost in translating poetry is the poetry'!

I can share that Leon Felipe was born in 1884 near Zamora, Spain lived in Mexico as a young teacher before returning to fight the Republican cause during the Spanish Civil War, before fleeing back to Mexico when Spain was lost to the facist usurpers. He died in exile in 1968 and once said that 'poets don't have a biography, only a destiny'.