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Published: Fri Jul 1 2005
Diego Isaias Hernández Méndez, Convertiendse en Characoteles / Sorcerers Changing into Their Animal Forms (detail), 2013, oil on canvas. Arte Maya Tz’utujil Collection.
Letter from a New World: 1492

1492 #

_              _Because I knew
they were a people to be converted
_              _to our faith by love
rather than by force, I gave them
_              _red caps, glass beads,
and other things of little value.
_              _At this, they became
so entirely our friends, they swam
_              _to our boats and brought
parrots, cotton thread, and spears,
_              _which they traded
for more beads, then hawks’ bells;
_              _these they hung
about their necks. They gave
_              _what they had,
but seemed deficient in everything.
_              _They go naked
as their mothers bore them,
_              _and the women, also,
though I saw only one young girl.
_              _Of all the handsome bodies
I did see, not one was thirty years of age.
_              _Their hair is coarse,
almost like a horse’s tail, their skin
_              _the color of the people
in the Canaries, neither black nor white.
_              _Some are painted black,
some white or red, or any color they find.
_              _Some paint their faces
or their whole bodies, some only the eyes.
_              _They do not bear arms
or know them, for the sword I showed them
_              _they took by the blade,
cutting themselves in ignorance.
_              _Their spears are reeds,
some with a fish tooth at the end.
_              _They have no iron.
I saw some who bore wounds and,
_              _when I made signs
to inquire about this, they indicated
_              _people had come
from other islands but they escaped.

_              _How easily
they should be made Christian,
_              _for they appear
to have no creed. They would make
_              _good servants; quite quickly
they repeat whatever is said to them.
_              _The Lord willing,
I will bring back six to Your Highnesses,
_              _that they may learn to talk.
I saw no beast of any kind on this island,
_              _except parrots.

Debora Greger is the author of eight books of poetry, recently including Men, Women, and Ghosts (Penguin, 2008) and Western Art (Penguin, 2004). She has won awards including the Grolier Prize and the Discovery/The Nation Award, and has received grants from the Ingram Merrill Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Guggenheim Foundation. (updated 7/2010)

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