Steven F White

Biographic Data

ID3585572
NAMESteven F White
GIVEN NAMESSteven F
FAMILY NAMEWhite
SIGNATUREWHITE S F
AFFILIATIONSSantiago, Chile
VERIFIEDNo
TOTAL WORKS64
TOTAL CITATIONS3
AUTHOR COUNT63
EDITOR COUNT0
FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR1982
LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR2025
H-INDEX1

  • Poems from the Amazon

    Dina Ananco, Steven F WhiteARTICLEReview Literature and Arts of the…2025

    Pandemiatin karameamuShuar nekachtai kunkuntean tura ínitak yuraun karammajai,atashu netsepe aya ukukamu uruk yutaimpait nutikas yurimiayiwisha yumiajai.Kunkunikir yunaiyamiaji.Juka karaitiMesemakc

  • Modern Italy’s Founding Fathers: The Making of a Postwar Republic

    Steven F WhiteBOOKModern Italy’s Founding Fathers2020

    This book offers a fresh perspective on the genesis of the Italian republic as viewed through the efforts of its three most influential leaders: Christian Democrat Alcide De Gasperi, Socialist Pietro Nenni and Communist Palmiro Togliatti. The author demonstrates how De Gasperi and his fellow statesmen’s shared experience of Fascist oppression, belief in popular sovereignty and ability to compromise despite ideological differences enabled the crea…

  • Progressive Renaissance: America and the Reconstruction of Italian Education, 1943–1962

    Steven F WhiteBOOKProgressive Renaissance2018

    Originally published in 1991. This book concerns the reception and spread of American-style progressivism in post-Fascist Italy. It places educational reconstruction in fuller historical perspective referring to newly-available archival sources. Documenting the Allied input to reconstruction efforts and the response of the Italian bureaucrats and the Church, the book shows the struggle over schooling that sheds light on other political and social…

  • Synthesis / Dream

    Enrique Verástegui, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

    Synthesis / Dream* Enrique Verástegui To find God beyond solitude,searching on foot, having crossed history as if by night,to plant a rosebush above the sacred stone altar, an actionthat belongs to the world but not to eternity,the desperation of remaining here,in this world where we were thrown, to floweragainst the unreal, to specify what our hands produce,light flourishing in our hearts, time generating itselfin us now when, in order to reach …

  • The Flower and the Hummingbird

    Esthela Calderón, Steven F WhiteARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

  • Portrait on Obsidian

    Rosario Murillo, Rosario Montoro Murillo et al.ARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

    MyWishList Esthela Calderón Givemethedesperate causeofa butterfly I idolize, thedisturbing avenueofyour back, pathwhere I canarchmychest. Givemetheimmaculate unfulfilled delirium oftheflowers, theillumination ofyour face, where I canundress themudfrom mylegs. Givemethereliquary that torments anatheist's neck, hopeandtheechoofthewordYes, where I canmakemyworldeternal. Giveme,then, silly things toa harmonica's rhythm, theperversity ofdays with thei…

  • Sentinels

    Rosario Murillo, Rosario Montoro Murillo et al.ARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

    MyWishList Esthela Calderón Givemethedesperate causeofa butterfly I idolize, thedisturbing avenueofyour back, pathwhere I canarchmychest. Givemetheimmaculate unfulfilled delirium oftheflowers, theillumination ofyour face, where I canundress themudfrom mylegs. Givemethereliquary that torments anatheist's neck, hopeandtheechoofthewordYes, where I canmakemyworldeternal. Giveme,then, silly things toa harmonica's rhythm, theperversity ofdays with thei…

  • Jiñocuajo Tree

    Esthela Calderón, Steven F WhiteARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

    TheFlowerand theHummingbird Esthela Calderón "I havea hummingbird !" saidtheflower. He wrapsmeinhisfine beak andhiswounding tongue. Shakes mewith thetireless beating ofhiswings. I pulseinhisrushing heart. Sleepontheheights ofhisforest. Asa flower, I rest ontheblinding brightness ofhisplumage. Myhummingbird hurls himself against thebelltower ofmybody. Ripspetalsfrom myflesh. Invents a song with themusicofhisunblinking eyes andthefierceness ofhisfl…

  • My Wish List

    Esthela Calderón, Steven F WhiteARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

    MyWishList Esthela Calderón Givemethedesperate causeofa butterfly I idolize, thedisturbing avenueofyour back, pathwhere I canarchmychest. Givemetheimmaculate unfulfilled delirium oftheflowers, theillumination ofyour face, where I canundress themudfrom mylegs. Givemethereliquary that torments anatheist's neck, hopeandtheechoofthewordYes, where I canmakemyworldeternal. Giveme,then, silly things toa harmonica's rhythm, theperversity ofdays with thei…

  • Reading Enrique Verástegui

    Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

  • If You Stay in my Country

    Enrique Verástegui, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

    If You Stay in my Country* Enrique Verástegui In my country poetry barkssweats pisses has dirty armpits.Poetry hangs out in whorehouseswrites songs dances watches itselfwith pleasure in the bathroom mirrorand it knows the sweet taste of lovein those little parks with wigsand moonlitbars.But in my country there are people who talk with their wine bottleson top of blue walls.And poetry rolls by holding your handin the same places that are not the p…

  • Yachay Hanay

    Enrique Verástegui, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

    Yachay Hanay* Enrique Verástegui 105. Every soul is aesthetic and all aesthetics is perfection.The works of the soul are as beautiful as a starry sky.A sky where sun and moon meet is the soulthat generates life. The road of the sky is the soul's perfection.Wherever there is no perfection, there is no soul.The soul's perfection prefigures the sky. 106. Every soul is perfection, and that perfection is One.The soul's sky is the exact image of the ce…

  • Maitreya

    Enrique Verástegui, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

    Maitreya* Enrique Verástegui I'm sitting here waiting for old age.I'm not thinking or doing anythinguntil another generation comesto blow the dust from what shines, the gilded books,mathematics,body, soul, universe,all this knowledge buried by anger,the gnosis that shows how the infinitecan be found in the finite,where the universe, truly, exists. I flowered more than anyone,but treachery befell me,leaving me bent like a flower,rusted and without…

  • Leyendo a Enrique Verástegui

    Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

  • Wheel of Fortune

    Rosario Murillo, Rosario Montoro Murillo et al.ARTICLEWorld Literature Today2011

    MyWishList Esthela Calderón Givemethedesperate causeofa butterfly I idolize, thedisturbing avenueofyour back, pathwhere I canarchmychest. Givemetheimmaculate unfulfilled delirium oftheflowers, theillumination ofyour face, where I canundress themudfrom mylegs. Givemethereliquary that torments anatheist's neck, hopeandtheechoofthewordYes, where I canmakemyworldeternal. Giveme,then, silly things toa harmonica's rhythm, theperversity ofdays with thei…

  • Cañete

    Enrique Verástegui, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2011

    Cañete* Enrique Verástegui In 1950, I still hadn't started wandering through Cañete,nor did my name appear on the post office box:my town was smaller than it is now, more colorful,and noisier: there was no pavement or electricity,water or sewers,and its fresh sky, painted better than one by Seurat,was the envy of anyone within a 1000 kilometers.In my little village there wasn't a single day without celebration:and the songs flourished as happily …

  • Cipango by Tomás Harris, Daniel Shapiro

    Steven F WhiteARTICLEWorld Literature Today2010

    UJ > m es Z tu eS D H < es H D -j es O tional dishonesty of Curtis and his imitators and of some of Rogovin's compatriot social documentarians of the 1930s: Rogovin never posed his subjects, nor changed their clothing, nor removed them from their per sonal habitats. Subjects were asked to choose their own poses and their own places inwhich to be photo graphed. Rogovin's photographs do not suggest that theseNative people are members of a disappear…

  • Homeless

    Edimilson De Almeida Pereira, Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2007

  • Translating the African Diaspora

    Steven F WhiteARTICLECallaloo2007

    Translating the African Diaspora Steven F. White (bio) My ongoing, deeply fulfilling collaboration with Callaloo dates back to the translations I prepared for the 1995 special issue on African Brazilian Literature, which was dedicated to "Zumbi of Palmares and to all who resisted enslavement and other forms of oppression in the Americas." The issue marks the 300th anniversary of the death of Zumbi and is entirely bilingual, a composite publicatio…

  • F. G. L

    Gaston Baquero, Greg Simon et al.ARTICLECallaloo2006

    F. G. L. Gastón Baquero (bio) Translated by Greg Simon (bio) and Steven F. White (bio) Peace. Now it's death that has landed on the steel bands around his chest. Today the dawn unmakes his bed, and his dreams play on in the mirror. A whole life has been summoned into a limitless field, space still empty of his being. He decides to go, to hear his luminous silence spill. He will need to drink the fragrance of the snow he shelters, of the sands tha…

  • The River

    Gaston Baquero, Greg Simons et al.ARTICLECallaloo2006

    The River Gastón Baquero (bio) Translated by Greg Simon (bio) and Steven F. White (bio) I've spent sixty years on the banks of a river. Only those who are living there can see it. People heading toward the western market looked at us with fear. They don't understand why the dampness would cling to our clothing, or how we'd reel in those fish for them, the color of blood oranges, from the invisible water. One day a man fell in, and did not reappea…

  • Homage to Jean Cocteau

    Gaston Baquero, Greg Simons et al.ARTICLECallaloo2006

    Homage to Jean Cocteau Gastón Baquero (bio), Greg Simon (bio), and Steven F. White (bio) Il vous faudrait mourir pour joindre les deux boust. —Jean Cocteau, on the death of Eluard The rope dancer, crossing at the apex of the circus, astonishes his audience. People can't believe how he feels his way past mirrors, pleading for keys in order to get across that other, tenser, more perilous wire. On each side, angels dressed as harlequins support him,…

  • Hands

    Gaston Baquero, Greg Simons et al.ARTICLECallaloo2006

    Hands Gastón Baquero (bio) Translated by Greg Simon (bio) and Steven F. White (bio) Are you blind to the fact that God gave you those hands? I'm asking you again. —Vicente Huidobro I would like to cut off your hands with a golden saw. Or perhaps it would be best to leave them alone And enclose your body in a wall of cement, With only two exact holes For you to stick out your hands and flap them Like a dove's wings or like prisoners of an implacab…

  • Adam in Paradise

    Gaston Baquero, Greg Simons et al.ARTICLECallaloo2006

    Adam in Paradise Gastón Baquero (bio) Translated by Greg Simon (bio) and Steven F. White (bio) Adam takes his very first stroll alone with the origin of wind in his hair, destroying empty space, giving human breath to stars and desire to all metals. Now the universe is a Sabian garden that sings, a perfumed place that turns the ground into earth, the air into wind, expanding the light to unveil desire. Where burning lava once burst into flame, th…

  • El mundo más que humano en la poesía de Pablo Antonio Cuadra: Un estudio ecocrítico

    Luis Ríos, Luis A Ríos et al.ARTICLEHispania2005