ERA UN POETA, O SEA…<\/strong><\/p>\nEra un poeta, o sea
\nsacaba alg\u00fan sentido sorprendente
\nde los significados ordinarios;
\ny una esencia infinita<\/p>\n
de todas nuestras cosas
\nque tienen que morir en los umbrales;
\ntal vez fuimos nosotros los que antes
\nlas inmovilizamos.<\/p>\n
El poeta descubre
\nim\u00e1genes, y es \u00e9l quien nos permite
\nque tengamos, aun siendo paradoja,
\nla pobreza sin fin.<\/p>\n
El inconsciente robo
\nde una parte no va a quitarle nada,
\npues todas las riquezas que posee
\nnada son para el tiempo.<\/p>\n
1862. Traducci\u00f3n de Carlos Pujol.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THIS WAS A POET \u2014 IT IS THAT…<\/strong><\/p>\nThis was a Poet \u2014 It is That
\nDistills amazing sense
\nFrom ordinary Meanings \u2014
\nAnd Attar so immense<\/p>\n
From the familiar species
\nThat perished by the Door \u2014
\nWe wonder it was not Ourselves
\nArrested it \u2014 before \u2014<\/p>\n
Of Pictures, the Discloser \u2014
\nThe Poet \u2014 it is He \u2014
\nEntitles Us \u2014 by Contrast \u2014
\nTo ceaseless Poverty \u2014<\/p>\n
Of Portion \u2014 so unconscious \u2014
\nThe Robbing \u2014 could not harm \u2014
\nHimself \u2014 to Him \u2014 a Fortune \u2014
\nExterior \u2014 to Time \u2014<\/p>\n
1862<\/p>\n
PARA FUGARNOS DE LA TIERRA…<\/strong><\/p>\nPara fugarnos de la tierra
\nun libro es el mejor bajel;
\ny se viaja mejor en el poema
\nque en el m\u00e1s brioso y r\u00e1pido corcel.<\/p>\n
Aun el m\u00e1s pobre puede hacerlo,
\nnada por ello ha de pagar:
\nel alma en el transporte de su sue\u00f1o
\nse nutre s\u00f3lo de silencio y paz.<\/p>\n
1873. Traducci\u00f3n de Carlos L\u00f3pez Narv\u00e1ez.<\/p>\n
THERE IS NO FRIGATE LIKE A BOOK…<\/strong><\/p>\nThere is no Frigate like a Book
\nTo take us Lands away,
\nNor any Coursers like a Page
\nOf prancing Poetry \u2013<\/p>\n
This Traverse may the poorest take
\nWithout oppress of Toll \u2013
\nHow frugal is the Chariot
\nThat bears a Human soul.<\/p>\n
1873<\/p>\n
VER EL CIELO EN VERANO…<\/strong><\/p>\nVer el cielo en verano
\nes poes\u00eda, aunque nunca en un libro aparezca:
\nlos verdaderos poemas se escapan.<\/p>\n
1879. Traducci\u00f3n de Juan V\u00e1zquez.<\/p>\n
TO SEE THE SUMMER SKY…<\/strong><\/p>\nTo see the Summer Sky
\nIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie \u2014
\nTrue Poems flee \u2014<\/p>\n
1879<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
La obra po\u00e9tica de Emily Dickinson (Estados Unidos, 1830-1886) es celebrada, gracias a su especial sensibilidad, misterio y profundidad, como una de las m\u00e1s importantes de habla inglesa de todos los tiempos. Dickinson supo crear un lenguaje metaf\u00edsico y emotivo a la vez. ERA UN POETA, O SEA… Era un poeta, o sea sacaba alg\u00fan… <\/p>\n
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