John Keats<\/a> (1795-1821), figura esencial del romanticismo europeo, proyecta una mirada melanc\u00f3lica sobre la naturaleza, el amor, el dolor, el paso del tiempo\u2026 Adem\u00e1s, funde, a la perfecci\u00f3n, la forma cl\u00e1sica con la emoci\u00f3n y sensualidad del romanticismo.<\/em><\/p>\nEL POETA<\/strong><\/p>\nUN FRAGMENTO<\/p>\n
\u00bfD\u00f3nde est\u00e1 el poeta? \u00a1Oh Musas, dec\u00eddmelo, dec\u00eddmelo,
\npara que yo lo conozca!
\nEs un hombre igual que
\ncualquier hombre, que un Rey, por ejemplo,<\/span>
\no el m\u00e1s m\u00edsero mendigo de la tierra
\no cualquier otra cosa asombrosa<\/span>
\nque un hombre pueda ser entre un simio y Plat\u00f3n.
\nEs el hombre que igual que un ave,<\/span>
\n\u00e1guila o choch\u00edn, encuentra el camino
\na todos sus instintos; que ha escuchado<\/span>
\nel rugido del le\u00f3n y puede contarnos
\nqu\u00e9 es lo que transmite esa dura garganta;<\/span>
\ny a quien llega articulado
\nel aullido del Tigre sonando<\/span>
\nen sus o\u00eddos como lengua materna.<\/p>\n1816. Traducci\u00f3n de \u00c1ngel Rup\u00e9rez.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
THE POET<\/strong><\/p>\nA FRAGMENT<\/span><\/p>\nWhere\u2019s the Poet? show him! show him,
\nMuses nine! that I may know him!
\n\u2019Tis the man who with a man
\nIs an equal, be he King,<\/span>
\nOr poorest of the beggar-clan
\nOr any other wondrous thing<\/span>
\nA man may be \u2019twixt ape and Plato;
\n\u2019Tis the man who with a bird,<\/span>
\nWren or Eagle, finds his way to
\nAll its instincts; he hath heard<\/span>
\nThe Lion\u2019s roaring, and can tell
\nWhat his horny throat expresseth,<\/span>
\nAnd to him the Tiger\u2019s yell
\nComes articulate and presseth<\/span>
\nOr his ear like mother-tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n1816.<\/p>\n
CUANDO ME EMBARGA EL MIEDO DE QUE PUEDO MORIR\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\nCuando me embarga el miedo de que puedo morir
\nsin que haya mi pluma cosechado los frutos de mi alma<\/span>
\nni mis libros se alcen apilados
\ncomo en el granero los granos ya maduros.<\/span>
\nCuando contemplo, sobre el rostro estrellado de la noche,
\ngrandes s\u00edmbolos nubosos de una alta leyenda,<\/span>
\ny pienso que nunca vivir\u00e9 para trazar
\nsus sombras con la maga mano de la suerte;<\/span>
\ny cuando siento, hermosa criatura de un instante,
\nque nunca m\u00e1s podr\u00e9 mirarte
\nni disfrutar del poder m\u00e1gico<\/span>
\nde un amor pasional, entonces, a la orilla<\/span>
\ndel vasto mundo me quedo solo y pienso
\nhasta que el Amor y la Gloria en la nada se hunden.<\/p>\n1817. Traducci\u00f3n de \u00c1ngel Rup\u00e9rez.<\/p>\n
WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE\u2026<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nWhen I have fears that I may cease to be
\nBefore my pen has glean\u2019d my teeming brain,<\/span>
\nBefore high piled books, in charact\u2019ry,
\nHold like rich garners the full-ripen\u2019d grain;<\/span>
\nWhen I behold, upon the night\u2019s starr\u2019d face,
\nHuge cloudy symbols of a high romance,<\/span>
\nAnd think that I may never live to trace
\nTheir shadows, with the magic hand of chance;<\/span>
\nAnd when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
\nThat I shall never look upon thee more,<\/span>
\nNever have relish in the faery power
\nOf unreflecting love!\u2013then on the shore<\/span>
\nOf the wide world I stand alone, and think
\nTill Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.<\/span><\/p>\n1817.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"La poes\u00eda del ingl\u00e9s John Keats (1795-1821), figura esencial del romanticismo europeo, proyecta una mirada melanc\u00f3lica sobre la naturaleza, el amor, el dolor, el paso del tiempo\u2026 Adem\u00e1s, funde, a la perfecci\u00f3n, la forma cl\u00e1sica con la emoci\u00f3n y sensualidad del romanticismo. EL POETA UN FRAGMENTO \u00bfD\u00f3nde est\u00e1 el poeta? \u00a1Oh Musas, dec\u00eddmelo, dec\u00eddmelo, para… <\/p>\n
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