“Wings I saw springing
from fair women's shoulders,
and from beneath rubble
I've seen butterflies flutter.”

—  José Martí

I (Yo soy un hombre sincero) as translated by Esther Allen in José Martí : Selected Writings (2002), p. 273
Simple Verses (1891)

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Poet, writer, Cuban nationalist leader 1853–1895

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