"The old life is gone, my days are new,
but time is still a mystery
of wishes, and this sad, confusing fragrance. "
—Rosa"
— Margarita Engle (The Surrender Tree: Poems of Cuba's Struggle for Freedom)

"The Little War?
How can there be
a little war?

Are some deaths
smaller than others,
leaving mothers
who weep
a little less?"
— Margarita Engle