Un claro inesperado

Hay en medio del bosque un claro inesperado que sólo puede ser encontrado por el que se ha perdido.

Tomas Tranströmer

 

Nuestras costumbres

Un grand principe de violence commandait à nos moeurs.

Saint-John Perse

Donde repican campanas

Where the bells peal far at sea

Cunning fingers fashioned me.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Paz tranquila

Calm and deep peace in this wide air,

These leaves that redden to the fall;

And in my heart, if calm at all,

If any calm, a calm despair.

  

Alfred Tennyson

Maneres de tar solu

Vine buscanco maneres

de tar solu y atopé

una inquietú que nun conozo

y amo.

Antón García

LAS PIEDRAS

Oigo caer las piedras que arrojamos,
transparentes como el cristal a través de los años. En el valle
vuela la confusión de las acciones
del instante, vociferantes, de copa
a copa de los árboles, se callan
en un aire más tenue que el presente, se deslizan
como golondrinas desde una cima 
a otra de las montañas, hasta
alcanzar las mesetas ulteriores,
hasta las fronteras del ser. Allí caen
todas nuestras acciones
claras como el cristal
hacia un fondo que no existe
sino en nosotros mismos.

Tomas Tranströmer

 (versión de Roberto Mascaró) 

La hora feliz

Porque duele vivir

sabiendo que las horas no coinciden.

Porque cuesta

acordar los relojes al ritmo de la vida,

fijar la hora feliz

cuando todas las horas ya han pasado.

Enrique Baltanás

 Enrique Baltanás, Las propiedades del aire, Pre-Textos, Valencia, 2015

 

 

Allí

Ah! there was a heart right!

There was single eye!

G. M. Hopkins

Nada dorado perdura

Nature´s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold,

Her early leaf´s a flower;

But only for an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day;

Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

Cuando todo duele

You must live through the time when everything hurts

Stephen Spender

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

Los días de sueños dorados

But when the days of golden dreams had perished

And even Despair was powerless to destroy,

Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,

Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy.

Emily Brontë

El verano más hermoso

The fairest summer sinks in shade,

The sweetest blossom dies,

And age finds every beauty fade

That youth esteemed a prize.

John Clare

Diás de 2015

Some might lament that I were cold,

As I, when this sweet day is gone

Percy Bysshe Shelley

De paseo

I went to turn the grass once after one

Who moved it in the dew before the sun.

Robert Frost