Rudolfo Anaya

The germ of creation lies in violence.

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.