viernes, 25 de septiembre de 2015


No, I have never found
The place where I could say
This is my proper ground,
Here I shall stay

Philip Larkin 

lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2015

The forest of time

For me there is no dismay
Though ills enough impend.
I have learned to count each day
Minute by breathing minute -
Birds that lightly begin it,
Shadows muting its end - 
As lovers count for luck
Their own heart-beats and believe
In the forest of time they pluck
eternity´s single leaf.

Cecil Day Lewis

viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2015

Descansando sobre la hierba fresca

I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft grass,
Afraid of where a thought might take me-as
This grasshopper with plated face
Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space.

Norman MacCaig

lunes, 7 de septiembre de 2015

Las puertas


 For doors
are both frame and monument
to our spent time,
and too little
has been said
of our coming through and leaving by them.

Charles Tomlinson (1927-2015)

jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2015

Un largo adiós

Yo busco tu silencio de otros días,
tus palabras de entonces, la belleza
de un gesto tuyo, el resplandor seguro
de aquellos instantes.

Carlos Sahagún