l`am descoperit recent, pe net, in traduceri in limba engleza (din pacate spaniola mea nu`mi permite sa`l citesc in original... ) cel mai citit poet sud-american, cu un nobel in palmares...


‘My love, at the shutting of this door of night’
LXXXII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’



My love, at the shutting of this door of night
I ask of you, love, a journey through a dark pound:

shut out your dreams: enter with your sky my eyes:

stretch out in my blood as if in a wide river.



Goodbye, goodbye, cruel clarity that was dropped

into the bag of every day of the past:

goodbye to every gleam of clocks or oranges:

welcome oh shadow, periodic friend!



In this boat, or water, or death, or new life,

one more time we unite, slumbering, resurrected:

we are the marriage of the night in the blood.

I don’t know who lives or dies, sleeps or wakes,

but it is your heart that delivers,

to my chest, the gifts of the dawn.

Mie imi plac versurile. Sunt frumoase

Acest topic a fost editat de Vornicum: 24 Jun 2004, 01:23 PM

‘Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,’
XII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’



Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,

what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?

What primal night does Man touch with his senses?



Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,

through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:

Love is a war of lightning,

and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.



Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,

your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,

and a genital fire, transformed by delight,



slips through the narrow channels of blood

to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,

to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.