{"id":3033,"date":"2009-05-08T07:00:11","date_gmt":"2009-05-08T07:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=3033"},"modified":"2017-09-06T15:43:51","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T13:43:51","slug":"raymond-carver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=3033","title":{"rendered":"Raymond Carver"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Ni\u00f1o<\/p>\n

La poes\u00eda del estadounidense Raymond Carver (1938-1988) comparte algunos rasgos con sus magistrales cuentos: el inter\u00e9s por lo cotidiano; la capacidad de trasmitir intensas emociones a partir de hechos aparentemente irrelevantes; el tono coloquial; y la empat\u00eda con otros seres, como \u00e9l, solitarios y perdedores.<\/em><\/p>\n

POEMAS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Han llegado todos los d\u00edas este mes.
\nEn una ocasi\u00f3n dije que los escrib\u00eda
\nporque no ten\u00eda tiempo para nada
\nm\u00e1s. Queriendo decir, por supuesto,
\npara nada mejor, mejor que para simples
\npoemas y versos. Ahora los escribo
\nporque me apetece.
\nM\u00e1s que otra cosa porque
\nestamos en febrero
\ncuando no sucede gran cosa
\nnormalmente. Pero este mes
\nhan florecido los alerces,
\ny ha salido el sol todos los
\nd\u00edas. Es cierto que mis pulmones
\nse han recalentado como un horno.
\nY qu\u00e9 me da a m\u00ed si hay gente
\nque est\u00e1 esperando que se le caiga
\nel otro zapato, donde me afecte.
\nBueno, aqu\u00ed est\u00e1 pues. Adelante.
\nP\u00f3ntelo. Espero que se ajuste
\ncomo un zapato.
\nLo suficientemente ajustado, s\u00ed,
\npero suave para que el pie tenga espacio
\npara respirar un poco. Lev\u00e1ntate. Date
\nla vuelta. \u00bfLo sientes? Ir\u00e1 adonde
\nt\u00fa vayas, y estar\u00e1 all\u00ed contigo
\nal final de tu viaje.
\nPero de momento qu\u00e9date descalzo. Sal
\nafuera un rato, y juega.<\/p>\n

Un sendero nuevo a la cascada<\/em>, 1989. Traducci\u00f3n de Juan V\u00e1zquez.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

POEMS<\/strong><\/p>\n

They\u2019ve come every day this month.
\nOnce I said I wrote them because
\nI didn\u2019t have time for anything
\nelse. Meaning, of course, better
\nthings \u2013 things other than mere
\npoems and verses. Now I\u2019m writing
\nthem because I want to.
\nMore than anything because
\nthis is February
\nwhen normally not much of anything
\nhappens. But this month
\nthe larches have blossomed,
\nand the sun has come out
\nevery day. It\u2019s true my lungs
\nhave heated up like ovens.
\nAnd so what if some people
\nare waiting for other shoe
\nto drop, where I\u2019m concerned.
\nWell, here it is then. Go ahead.
\nPut it on. I hope it fits
\nlike a shoe.
\nClose enough, yes, but supple
\nso the foot has room to breathe
\na little. Stand up. Walk
\naround. Feel it? It will go
\nwhere you\u2019re going, and be there
\nwith you at the end of your trip.
\nBut for now, stay barefoot. Go
\noutside for a while, and play.<\/p>\n

A New Path to the Waterfall<\/em>, 1989.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

La poes\u00eda del estadounidense Raymond Carver (1938-1988) comparte algunos rasgos con sus magistrales cuentos: el inter\u00e9s por lo cotidiano; la capacidad de trasmitir intensas emociones a partir de hechos aparentemente irrelevantes; el tono coloquial; y la empat\u00eda con otros seres, como \u00e9l, solitarios y perdedores. POEMAS Han llegado todos los d\u00edas este mes. En una… <\/p>\n

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