Pablo Neruda Optiuni

[Arlequine]

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.