Literature
By the early 1930s, Burgos was already a published writer in journals and newspapers. She published three books which contained a collection of her poems. For her first two books, she traveled around the island promoting herself by giving book readings. Her third book was published posthumously in 1954. Burgos's lyrical poems are a combination of the intimate, the land and the social struggle of the oppressed. Many critics asserts that her poetry anticipated the work of feminist writers and poets as well as that of other Hispanic authors. In one of her poems, she writes: “I am life, strength, woman.” Burgos received numerous awards and recognition for her work and was celebrated by poets including Pablo Neruda, who stated that her calling was to be the greatest poet of the Americas.
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Among Julia de Burgos' most famous works are:
- El Rio Grande de Loiza
- Poema para Mi Muerte (My Death Poem),
- Yo Misma Fui Mi Ruta (I Was My Own Path),
- Alba de Mi Silencio (Dawn of My Silence),
- Alta Mar y Gaviota
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