Manuel Acuña, the poet who truncated his life ... but not his work

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Manuel Acuña, the poet who truncated his life ... but not his work


Manuel Acuña Narro was poet y Mexican playwright that stood out, although he lived for a short time. He was a stylized exponent of romanticism.

As a good writer he participated in political activities in his country, he also worked in journalism.

It promoted a liberal and positivist philosophy, as well as ideals of the time such as freedom, nationalism and honor.

The intellectual's production was prolific and passionate.

From falling in love to suicide 

 

Manuel Acuña was born on August 27st, 1849 en Saltillo Coahuila.

He subsequently moved to the Mexico City where he studied philosophy, mathematics and languages ​​to enter the medical career, which he did not conclude.

He regularly attended literary gatherings, in which he would establish an important friendship with Juan de Dios Peza, with him and Agustín F. Cuenca would found the Nezahualtcóyotl Literary Society.

He worked in the newspaper Iberia in which he published some poems.

Then with his drama entitled Last He had great acceptance and recognition.

He fell deeply in love with Rosario de la Peña and Llerena who was also wanted by José Martí and Manuel M. Flores.

To her he dedicated different writings and would be largely his muse, but it was not reciprocated.

One of his most relevant pieces emerges from this episode: Night to Rosario.

Heartbreak and economic precariousness, as well as other factors that we will never know, led him to take his own life, drinking potassium cyanide.

Acuña died on 6th December 1873.

 

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"I understand that your kisses

they must never be mine,

I understand that in your eyes

I will never see each other

and I love you and in my crazy

and burning ravings

I bless your disdain,

I adore your detours,

and instead of loving you less

I love you more".

Fragment of the Night poem to Rosario