Lugares

No, I have never found

The place where I could say

This is my proper ground,

Here I shall stay

Philip Larkin 

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

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

La mano ganadora

You can´t win, Dai. Nature´s got all the cards.

Kingsley Amis

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)

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