Emerging from the humble streets of Orihuela, Spain, Miguel Hernández’s journey to becoming one of the most celebrated poets of the 20th century is truly inspiring. His poetry, vibrant with passion, empathy and a profound love for his homeland, offers an insightful perspective into the socio-political landscape of his era.
Born to a poor family on this day October 30, 1910, Hernández’s early life was fraught with struggles that greatly influenced his poetic themes. Despite his limited education, he developed a deep love for literature and began writing poetry at a young age. His early works reflected the stark reality of his circumstances and the hardships endured by the working class. This street-to-page transition of emotions, experiences, and observations is a hallmark of Hernández’s poetry.
Miguel Hernández’s poetic journey took a dramatic turn during the Spanish Civil War. His works from this period bristle with the anguish and turmoil of war, reflecting his active involvement in the Republican cause. However, his poetry transcends the confines of personal experience to echo the collective suffering of his people.
Hernández’s poetry culminated into a powerful voice against oppression and injustice. His poems like Elegy and Lullaby of the Onion are poignant expressions of his experiences in Franco’s prisons. Despite facing severe adversity, he continued writing until his untimely death in 1942, leaving behind an oeuvre that continues to resonate with readers worldwide.
From the streets of Orihuela to the pages of globally renowned anthologies, Miguel Hernández’s journey is a testament to the transformative power of poetry. His indomitable spirit and profound empathy continue to inspire generations of poets and readers, reaffirming the endurance and relevance of his work.
The Cemetery Is Near
The cemetery is near
where you and I are sleeping,
between blue prickly-pears,
blue agaves and children,
who scream excitedly
if the dead darken the road.
From here to the cemetery, all
is blue, golden, clear.
Four paces, and the dead.
Four paces, and the living.
Clear, blue and golden,
my son there grows remote.
-Miguel Hernández
Curated by Jennifer
