This little park is dedicated to an important poet with a simple stone inscription.
He was a man who moved to the Dominican Republic from Curacao and stayed, and also had a daughter Luisa Castro who was one of the most influential woman writers of Latin America.
” La Nuestra, ” is a glowing statue in the park of a Dominican born poet and activist, Judith Burgos, who died of pneumonia in Harlem at the age of 39 who was, likewise, a shooting star.
Little niches pop up in the Colonial Zone as you walk, with simple metal signs on the walls saying this was the residence of a past President, this was where a playwright wrote his social criticism, this was where a priest was martyred for his beliefs, this was where the first hospital in the New World was established.
Poets use few words but the words they use must fit together, contain enough punch to last throughout time with time’s changes of culture, etiquette and politics. Poets write about grand things and things as minor as a cup of tea or a morning walk or a cat sitting on a window sash as the sun rises on the bougainvilla bush outside the front porch.
This is a quiet little park towards the south of the Zona Colonia, on the same street as the Larimer Museo and the Sanctuary at Parque Colon.
Societies recognize their fleeting spirits, the ones who touch clouds, see deeper and farther than the rest of us.
This park is very much like a small poem, a few simple yet complex stanzas, maybe rhyming, maybe not, some well chosen words to express sentiments we have felt but couldn’t articulate.
I sit on the bench and need to read his poems, even though I am from a foreign land.