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Elena Martín Vivaldi

Elena Martín Vivaldi was born on the 8th of February 1907. She was the fourth of eight children. His father was a professor of Gynecology. He has liberal ideas and became for few months the first Republican mayor of Granada and President of the Diputacion of Granada. This encourage him to both his children and her daughter to finish their studies. For that reason Elena Martín was one of the few women of her generation with University studies. Elena studied at the Riquelme School, attended High School in Padre Suárez finishing her studies at the University of teaching in Guadix. She obtained a degree in Romantic Philology. Later, she passed the oppositions of Libraries, Archives and Museums and started working in Huelva but in 1948 she returned to Granada requesting the transfer to the library of the University of Medicine and Pharmacy in which she would work until her retirement as a Director in 1977.

She has an introverted and quiet character but she was atopic for her time, independent and smoker. She also used to wear troussers and attend literary groups such as “Versos al aire Libre” that were organized in Café Granada, Casa América or Carmen The three Stars.

In 1953 she writes one of her most transcendental books: “The soul awakaned”.

In 1988, at  eighty years old, was named Favourite Daughter by the City of Granada. In 1998 she was awarded the Medal of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts of Granada.

She died in Granada in 1998 at the age of 90.

By express wish of her, her bibliographical collection was transferred to the University of Granada and the documents a autograph manuscriptes of her work were transferred to the Jorge Guillén Foundation.

Despite the greatness of its legacy, neither Granada or Andalucía have been able to give the deserved recognition that Elena Martín Vivaldi deserves.

Here is one of her poems:

Un árbol. Bien. Amarillo 
de otoño. Y esplendoroso 
se abre al cielo, codicioso 
de más luz. Grita su brillo 
hacia el jardín. Y sencillo, 
libre, su color derrama 
frente al azul. Como llama 
crece, arde, se ilumina 
su sangre antigua. Domina 
todo el aire rama a rama.

Todo el aire, rama a rama, 
se enciende por la amarilla 
plenitud del árbol. Brilla 
lo que, sólo azul, se inflama 
de un fuego de oro: oriflama. 
No bandera. Alegre fuente 
de color: Clava ascendente 
su áureo mástil hacia el cielo. 
De tantos siglos su anhelo 
nos alcanza. Luz de oriente.

Amarillo. Aún no imagina 
el viento, la desbandada 
de sus hojas, ya apagada 
su claridad. Se avecina 
la tarde gris. Ni adivina 
su soledad, esa tristeza 
de sus ramas.

                                          Fue certeza, 
alegría – ¡otoño! – . Faro 
de abierta luz.

                                        Desamparo 
después. ¿Dónde tu belleza?

 

 

Fuentes: http://www.culturandalucia.com and granadapedia

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