{"id":5934,"date":"2022-11-09T14:56:58","date_gmt":"2022-11-09T12:56:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=5934"},"modified":"2022-11-09T18:47:53","modified_gmt":"2022-11-09T16:47:53","slug":"5934","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=5934","title":{"rendered":"Archibald MacLeish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-5935\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/archibald.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"206\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/archibald.jpg 645w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/archibald-300x96.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<div>\n<p><em>La poes\u00eda de Archibald MacLeish (Estados Unidos, 1892-1982), miembro de la generaci\u00f3n perdida, surge tanto de su experimentaci\u00f3n modernista como de su conocimiento de lo tradicional y lo buc\u00f3lico. Fue galardonado hasta en tres ocasiones con el premio Pulitzer.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>ARS PO\u00c9TICA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Un poema ha de ser palpable y mudo,<br \/>\nRedondo como un fruto,<\/p>\n<p>Silencioso<br \/>\nComo para el pulgar medallones a\u00f1osos,<\/p>\n<p>Callado igual que mangas que desgastan la piedra<br \/>\nEn el musgoso alf\u00e9izar;<\/p>\n<p>Un poema no ha de tener palabras,<br \/>\nComo un vuelo de p\u00e1jaros.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">*<\/p>\n<p>Un poema ha de estar inm\u00f3vil en el tiempo<br \/>\nComo la luna asciende<\/p>\n<p>Y deja, como suelta<br \/>\nRama por rama \u00e1rboles que en la noche se enredan,<\/p>\n<p>Deja, como la luna tras las hojas de invierno,<br \/>\nRecuerdo por recuerdo el pensamiento;<\/p>\n<p>Un poema ha de estar inm\u00f3vil en el tiempo<br \/>\nComo la luna asciende.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">*<\/p>\n<p>Un poema ha de ser igual a esto:<br \/>\nNo es cierto.<\/p>\n<p>Por toda historia de dolor<br \/>\nUna hoja de arce y un vac\u00edo portal.<\/p>\n<p>Por amor<br \/>\nLas hierbas inclinadas, dos luces sobre el mar.<\/p>\n<p>Un poema no ha de significar<br \/>\nSino ser.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><em>Poes\u00eda reunida<\/em>,1917-1952. Traducci\u00f3n de Andr\u00e9s S\u00e1nchez Robayna.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><strong>ARS POETICA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should be palpable and mute<br \/>\nAs a globed fruit,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Dumb<br \/>\nAs old medallions to the thumb,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Silent as the sleeve-worn stone<br \/>\nOf casement ledges where the moss has grown\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should be wordless<br \/>\nAs the flight of birds.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should be motionless in time<br \/>\nAs the moon climbs,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Leaving, as the moon releases<br \/>\nTwig by twig the night-entangled trees,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,<br \/>\nMemory by memory the mind\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should be motionless in time<br \/>\nAs the moon climbs.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should be equal to:<br \/>\nNot true.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">For all the history of grief<br \/>\nAn empty doorway and a maple leaf.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">For love<br \/>\nThe leaning grasses and two lights above the sea\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A poem should not mean<br \/>\nBut be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><em>Collected Poems,<\/em> 1917-1952.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La poes\u00eda de Archibald MacLeish (Estados Unidos, 1892-1982), miembro de la generaci\u00f3n perdida, surge tanto de su experimentaci\u00f3n modernista como de su conocimiento de lo tradicional y lo buc\u00f3lico. Fue galardonado hasta en tres ocasiones con el premio Pulitzer. 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