The Domestic Bliss of Plants

Ezequiel's poetry feeds on the contrast between outside and inside. This book boasts many landscapes, but their vastness is tamed by a human scale. Just like in "After a long time walking"-whose title, also its first line, highlights its lack of pretense-the view of the lake, the larches, and the clouds-elements that, in other hands, might reveal a pompous majesty or a sleep-deprived romanticism-surrender their magnitude to the other, tiny view of breadcrumbs on the palm of a hand. Suddenly, a vast expanse fits there, in that hand.
-Adalber Salas Hernández