Biography of Luis Palés Matos (1898-1959)

Puerto Rican poet born in Guayama on March 20, 1898 and died on February 23, 1959 in Santurce. When pallets was born, Guayama was a quiet, solitary and dry people who greatly influenced his poetry and his prose. His parents, Vicente Palés Anes and Consuelo Matos Clare, were poets. His older brother died in infancy; the remaining five followed the footsteps of their parents, but the only ones who published books were Luis, Vicente and Gustavo.

Pallets began to write in adolescence and in 1915, at the age of sixteen years, Azaleas, published his first book of poems. This book, which began to write before the age of fourteen, shows the poetic influence on the novel writer of Rubén Daríoand Leopoldo Lugones, Julio Herrera Reissig . Azalea belongs to the initial period of the Latin-American modernism.

Tomás Blanco Puerto Rican writer claims that Azaleas is "a mixture of the romantics, Parnassian Symbolist, modernist and what I know." Hugo, Dumas, Lamartine, Byron, Poe, Suderman, Gorky, Baudelaire, Verlaine, Valle Inclán, Herrera and Reissig, Lugones and, of course, Rubén Dario".

On November 14, 1913 his father died unexpectedly, a death which greatly affected the young poet. This took place on the stage of the theatre Bernardini of Guayama after reciting his poem "The cemetery", in honor to the American poet José Santos Chocano. After this tragic fact, pallets dropped out of school in the second year of higher education to work and thus help the family economy. He/She never resumed studies formally.

But this did not affect the intellectual development of pallets. He/She attended the municipal library with its cousin Andrés with great regularity, and there read novels of adventure and mystery. His favorite authors were Jules Verneand Ernest Theodor Amadeus Hoffman and Robert Louis Stevenson and his novel treasure island. In the municipal library, pallets also discovered other authors as Maxim Gorky and Hermann Sudermann'sdeeper issues.

In 1913 he/she started to publish in the local newspapers. In March 1915, he/she wrote poems that belong to the cycle which he/she called "Wildlife program". Some of these poems are a reflection of their stay in the neighborhood Carite, where he/she worked as a rural teacher assistant. The poem entitled "A horse" is dedicated to Don Antero Aponte, the owner of the House that stayed for a year, from 1916 to 1917.

At this time pallets traveled around the island with his friend Luis Muñoz Marín, collecting monetary donations for founding the Indian magazine, for which he/she was offered the direction, which did not accept. His friend, Tomás Blanco Puerto Rican writer, wrote in an article in The American Mercury as follows: "a list of works that pallets made is itself very enlightening. He/She served as clerk in a law firm in Guayama, winning $20 per month; an apprentice draughtsman at a Government irrigation office; Chief of station in a small village for three days; rural teacher; Clerk of the Fajardo Sugar Corporation; Editor of the newspaper 'The town of Fajardo'; City Clerk in the town; Secretary in San Juan, an office of public welfare; Secretary of the Association, Tahoneros island; Sergeant of arms of the House Insular; and finally, Secretary of the President of the Senate."

The only position that was that it was directly linked with his poetic vocation was poet in residence at the University of Puerto Rico. He/She held this position during the last decade of his life.

He married his girlfriend of the school, Natividad Suliveres, in January 1918. Marriage moved from Guayama to Fajardo. On November 14, 1918 his first son, Edgardo was born. The Dr. Margot Arce in his anthology of poems of pallet (volume I [1984]) includes the poems he/she wrote for his wife and his son: "Verses for Nativity and notebook of the baby".

Nativity died in 1919 of tuberculosis. After the death of his wife, pallets moved to San Juan and worked as Chancellor at the Consulate in Santo Domingo with the consul Sócrates Nolasco. He/She then worked for the Department of health and there he/she met María de Lourdes Valdés Tous, who fell in love with madly and who wrote "Verses for María".

Pallets he/she loved the theatrical performance and one of his best performances was as 'Manolo the Leñero', the protagonist of the work of Luis Lloréns Torres, El Grito de Lares, in 1929.

It also participated in politics and was a great orator whose speeches, almost always improvised, were described in the press as bright parts of speech. During the political campaign of 1929, traveled throughout the island promoting the independence of Puerto Rico.Sobre his literary production is that the first edition of Tuntun of passes and faucets was published in San Juan in 1937 by the editorial library of Puerto Rican authors of Manuel García Cabrera. With this book he/she obtained the first prize of literature of the Institute of literature Puerto Rican. His unfinished novel coastline was published in the weekly newspaper of the University of Puerto Rico and, previously, in the newspaper El Diario of Puerto Rico Government. He/She continued to write poems, and in 1954, Federico Onís published the first anthology of pallets, which includes poems written between 1915 and 1956.

After suffering a heart attack, in 1950 he/she traveled for the first time to New York. The rector of the University of Puerto Rico at that time was Mr. Jaime Benítez, who convinced him to make that journey that had a cultural purpose. He/She received numerous diplomas and certificates for each of the various cultural institutions and universities visited. The Hispanic Institute at the Columbia University offered him one of the most important and emotional tributes. Pallets offered lectures, readings and literary conferences during his stay in New York, which lasted from August 7 until November 2, 1950.

Eight years later Edgardo received one of more swipes of his life, to the deaths of his first wife and his son, of her first granddaughter, Veronica Méndez pallets, joined on February 7, 1958. Since the birth of this child, pallets devoted you all his attention and passion of first-time grandfather. He/She said all his friends, and this poet relates it Nimia Vicens, who had discovered something very unique, "was much better grandfather that poet". He/She also added that being who he/she loved most in the world was to his fragile and blond granddaughter. Veronica was born with cystic fibrosis of the lung, congenital and incurable disease. After the death of Veronica, Luis Muñoz Marín and Antonio Colorado, life-long friends, almost "kidnapped" pallets and took him away on a yacht for a week in a trip through the islands of the Caribbean, the Islands that pallet had masterfully described in his poems of the Tuntun but that had never visited.

In the early morning of February 23, 1959 he/she seriously ill at his home in Santurce. Transferred to the Mimiya clinic, assisted by doctors and by his friend, the Spanish priest Monsignor Juan Díaz Mesón died. Before he/she died he/she was fully conscious and his last words were: "It is better that I die because I'm so going to see Veronica again".

I thought he/she and ti...

Dawn used the color purple in its rich dress; When I opened my window of poet the clearly began to laugh...

When I looked at my poor soul garden rang a triune Evangelical and sound; He/She had changed her pain of copper by joy of gold.

The sky was blue, and so sweetly pure morning was there that affinity of both purities I thought in it and you!

Songs of the half-life

Now we are going back to sing my soul; song without words. Undress pictures and widely pruning your vines of leaf litter.

Adulteres not the grape juice that boils in your vats with strange scents, and thus, will give you a simple but pure, wine is wine House.

Go the old way to make look you noble and clear intention, and flees from the rhetorical naïve mischief that harm your children.

You are already old, my soul. Tree coming into the area of mediated life. As ripe fruit hangs you the feeling of the highest branch.

Branch of beautiful frond that perfumed the singing, is now seen to be bare... To materialize the fruit had to fall leaves of the branch.

So are, alma mine, in your grave new hour, all naked and white, upright towards the ancient and deep silence of the distant star.