Concha Urquiza (1910-1945) was a Mexican writer and poet. Despite her short life and little work, she has been considered one of the most extraordinary women of letters that her country has had..
Urquiza's literary development began when she was a child, a time when she had the opportunity to publish her verses in various Mexican print media. In his childhood years he made known: "Your dark circles" and "Canto del oro". His verses were characterized by being expressive and traditional in terms of composition.
Urquiza's brief existence did not allow him to see any book published, but after his death some editions of his poems were released. Experts believe that she was a sublime writer of talent who did not have enough life to project all her passion for the art of writing.
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María Concepción Urquiza del Valle was born on December 24, 1910 in the city of Morelia, Michoacán, into a cultured and conservative family. Her father's name was Luis and he died when she was two years old, while her mother, also called Concepción, had to take care of her daughter and her other two children: María Luisa and Luis..
Concha moved with her mother and siblings to the country's capital shortly after her father's death. There they spent their first years of primary education. Although she showed an interest in letters and poetry, the writer decided not to complete her high school studies shortly after entering the secondary school..
It is known that the first poem that Urquiza wrote was entitled "For your beloved" and that, with only twelve years of age, he brought to light the verse "Your eye circles" in 1922. The following year, in the pages of the publications Magazine of Magazines Y Yucatan Magazine unveiled the poems: "Conventual" and "Canto del oro".
Concha received good reviews and from that time on, the doors were opened to her in other print media. He was related to important intellectuals and writers of the time, including Arqueles Vela. From these characters he learned about avant-garde movements, but without losing his particularity as a poet..
Urquiza went to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, after having worked for various magazines and newspapers in his native Mexico. He lived in New York for five years and in that time he was part of the team at the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer film production company..
The poet manifested her affinity for communism in the mid-1930s, but later indulged in the spiritual life of Catholicism. The latter drove her away from her political ideas after a psychic trance. Although she entered a convent to become a nun, she finally gave up that idea to dedicate herself to teaching.
She served as a professor of history and logic at the University of San Luis Potosí. In those years, Concha kept writing and maintaining contact with the cultural society of the city, together with Rosario Oyarzun and other young promises of letters and other professions..
Concha Urquiza spent the years of her short life writing poetry, teaching and in permanent contact with culture and literature. In the last medium he worked was in Vignettes of Michoacan Literature, in 1944. He died unexpectedly on June 20, 1945 after drowning in a river in Baja California.
Despite having been in contact with movements such as modernism and avant-garde, Concha Urquiza maintained an independent style during her brief literary career. His poems were characterized by a simple, precise and expressive language, where rhyme and classical meter prevailed..
Most of Concha Urquiza's poems were released after her death. His verses were compiled in various editions thanks to Gabriel Méndez Plancarte, Antonio Castro Leal and Ricardo Garibay, who were in charge of managing his work..
- "Your dark circles" (1922).
- "Song of Gold" (1923).
- "Conventual" (1923).
- Plays (1946). Compilation of his poems. Posthumous edition.
- Longing for God (1985). Compilation. Posthumous edition.
Oh sweet traveling song,
my joy and my wealth,
more than in the sails of the wind
more than in the furrow of the sea.
Through the black trails
clouds charged with eagerness,
along the red trails
storm boasting,
across the vast plains,
loneliness…
but never travel song
my backpack fills me with gold.
... Black impatient walk
jail that flies to the sea;
gold thread confronts him
the music of a song:
'Which way will be sad
What goes to your sweet lips? '".
“Oh Bathsheba, symbolic and passionate!
With double thirst you hurt my heart
when the flame of your body did
duplicate in the transparent wave.
Near the roof and the absent husband,
Who resists the happiness of your love?
Not in vain was the image you gave me
spur the flanks and the mind.
Woe to me, Bathsheba, your tender arm
pierced with light like waves,
bundled my flesh to eternal pain!
What hideous blood splattered my fronds!
In what blackness and what dread of winter
the light of your blond pupils was drowned! ".
"My heart forgets
and clinging to your breasts he falls asleep:
what was life
it clouds and darkens
and in a vague horizon disappears.
In his lost bliss,
abandoned to your burning sweetness,
of himself in oblivion,
the heart feels
a happy and transparent thing.
The miserable heartbreak
it flapped its wings and twisted the path;
Oh incomparable peace!
a delightful day
does not wait in the shade of your tent ... ".
"I sigh for the most present things
and not for those who are in the distance:
for your love that surrounds me,
your life that embraces me
for the hidden essence
that makes me drunk with all my atoms ...
Nostalgia for the most present ..., anguish
of not being able to capture the nearby light;
immense longing for the embrace itself
that is already drilling the entrails ... ".
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