Free Expression Is On The Decline, In Cuba And Elsewhere
"Six o'clock in the morning. How's your head?"
So begins a poem written this month by the Cuban writer Katherine Bisquet. She continues:
"Is it cold in Berlin?
I go to bed this morning - I'm trying to change my habits - with a complaint,
There's an animal in the front yard that eats the neighbor's pigeons.
The beast eats everything it sees in its path,
How can I tell it not to eat what doesn't belong to it?
Are there cypresses there?
Here the ceibas have lost their leaves
Almost everything is lost,
The day, the city, the patience, the memory."
The imagery in the poem is arresting in all ways.