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Eleazar Huerta Francisco Arias Solis

Eleazar Huerta in Spain before the war provoked by the
military uprising of General Franco, a poetry of great formal perfection with a
major modernist reminiscent at first and subsequently influenced by Lorca,
Alberti and Miguel Hernandez. Poetry that undergoes a dramatic change to get to
Chile, where he had been exiled, like the poet tried to explain: "Crossing the
Andes, is considered dead, with a faint buzzing in the ears / by conscience and
remember …" " I crossed the Andes, the Andes remained in my heart / I am a
quiet man / who sees what I see / I’m a consequence of water and bird / I’m a
secret fire / I’m like a new Lazarus / resurrected and killed … "" The
terrible demon of the Andes / vague for my desert … "The joy of poetry in
Spain Huerta pain is transmuted into exile in his poetry, a poetry of
loneliness.

The poet, essayist, literary critic, philologist, journalist, university
professor, lawyer and politician born in Eleazar Huerta Tobarra Valc√°rcel,
Albacete, 22 December 1903 and died in Santiago in 1975. He studied high school
in Albacete General Technical Institute and a doctorate in law at the
Universidad Central de Madrid. Militant Spanish Socialist Workers’ Party held
several different posts during the Republic. During the "two black" was
designated a provincial deputy, although he refused to take possession. Member
of the Board of Agrarian Reform. On 1 March 1936 was elected president of the
Diputación Provincial de Albacete. On 16 October 1937 he was appointed General
Manager of Litigation. In that year he married the young Emilia Moreno
Fernandez. During the war he was Dean of the Bar Association of Albacete. Wrote
for numerous publications such as El Progreso, Altozano, Agora, Republic and El
Eco del Pueblo. On 16 October 1935 Press Association organized the Floral Games
of Albacete, where he was awarded as a poet. At war’s end took the road of
exile, went to France and from there on board the legendary Formosa, with a
large group of Spanish exiles arrived in late December 1939, Buenos Aires, where
he continued to Chile. Of his move across the Atlantic left us this reminder: "A
line of foam / impassive in the green / yawn / smoke in the tedium of day. / And
nothing else. Desert … "He was a professor of literature at the University of
Chile and the newly created Universidad Austral de Chile. In 1956 he founded the
School of Philosophy and Education at the Universidad Austral de Chile, which
named him dean for life, and co-founded with Professor Guillermo Araya magazine
Philological Studies. He was the author of the lyrics of the Universidad Austral
de Chile: "For is achieved our ideal / of a great and happy India / Youth of
this southern land / da … its generous effort, "belonged to the group editor
of Spain Free, a biweekly newspaper published in Santiago de Chile, from
February to December 1942 in which he exercised the book review. He was
appointed member of the Chilean Academy of Language. The next morning the
pinochetazo suffered a myocardial infarction, to inform his wife that their son
was among the missing in one of the first raids Pinochet. Later the child would
be found in the extermination camp called Valparaiso.

Between 1921 and 1922 Eleazar Huerta published his first poems in the newspaper
El Progreso. In 1934 he published his Cancionero boy. His second poetry
collection, Book of Alo, dated 1939, was not published until 1992 by the
Provincial de Albacete. Published in Chile, among his most important works,
Poetics of Mio Cid (1948), a book dedicated to his wife with this dedication:
"you deserve you, as Ximena, the gift of Valencia, but I only can I offer this
essay on Poem of Our Great Desterrrado "and with that same love comes and brings
us closer to hero Schema Poetics (1966), Inquiries epic: the epic wonder and
tellingly in the Iliad and the Poema del Cid (1968) . Among his philological
studies we quote: Cervantes, life and creation, basic fiction, genres of spoken
words and the symbolism of the hand in Becquer. And as the poet exiled: "We
passed Spain / ahead to Denia and its upright mountain … / The cloud was lost
/ faded parental / Goodbye, my beautiful one, / my heart I care. "

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