The Semarnada

Last Wednesday I received a call from some neighbors in Angangueo, Michoacan, a municipality in the very heart of the Biosfera Mariposa Monarca (Monarch Butterfly Reserve). Fifteen trucks at that very moment, in the Llano de las Papas, in the Sierra Chincua, were being loaded with oyamel trunks from the forest that is the winter […]

The Last Time I Saw Neruda

In June of 1972, while on my way to take up a diplomatic post at The Hague, I stopped over in Paris for a few days and paid a visit on Pablo Neruda. I had met him in New York, in 1966, at the PEN Writers World Congress, when Arthur Miller was president. Miller had […]