Un hombre solo es tan bueno…
Un hombre solo es tan bueno
como lo que le dice a un perro
cuando debe levantarse de la cama
en medio de una noche invernal
porque un maldito perro está ladrando;
y va y abre la puerta
en camiseta y calzoncillos
y allí, en el baldío lleno de pozos
que los espectadores llaman campo de deportes
encuentra al perro callejero con una pata
levantada a la expectativa
y con expresión de ‘gracias a dios
y por un minuto pensé
que no había nadie más que yo
despierto en este maldito pueblo’.
Pat Boran, Portlaoise,1963
en Pat Boran, New and Selected Poems, Dedalus Press, Dublin, 2007
versión © silvia camerotto
imagen: sally mann
Man is only as good as…
A man is only as good
as what he says to a dog
when he has to get up out of bed
in the middle of a wintry night
because some damned dog has been barking;
as what he says to a dog
when he has to get up out of bed
in the middle of a wintry night
because some damned dog has been barking;
and he goes and opens the door
in his vest and boxer shorts
and there on the pock-marked wasteground
called a playing field out front
he finds the mutt with one paw
raised in expectation
and an expression that says Thank God
for a minute there I thought
there was no one awake but me
in this goddamned town.
and an expression that says Thank God
for a minute there I thought
there was no one awake but me
in this goddamned town.
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