Discusión
Los días que no te
acercan
o no quieren
hacerlo,
la distancia parece
algo más que
obstinada,
discute,
discute, discute conmigo,
interminablemente,
sin que eso demuestre
que eres
menos deseado o
menos querido.
Distancia:
recuerda toda esa tierra
debajo del
avión;
esa costa de playas
borrosas
hundidas en la
arena,
extendiéndose indistinguibles
todo el camino,
¿todo el camino hasta
donde mis
razones se acaban?
Días: y piensa
de todos esos instrumentos
amontonados
uno al efecto
anulando la experiencia del otro;
cómo eran,
como algún horrible
calendario
“Halagos de
Nunca & para Siempre, Inc.“.
El intimidante
sonido
de esas voces,
que debemos
encontrar por separado,
podemos y serán
vencidas:
Días y Distancia
otra vez en desorden
e idos
ambos para mejor
y desde el dulce campo de batalla.
Elizabeth Bishop, Worcester, 1911- Boston, 1979
De A Cold Spring, 1955
En Elizabeth Bishop, Complete Poems,
Chatto&Windus, London, 2004
Versión © Silvia Camerotto
imagen de Quién te crees que sos?
Argument
Days
that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
endlessly
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land
beneath the plane;
that coastline
of dim beaches deep in sand
stretching indistinguishably
all the way,
all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think
of all those cluttered instruments,
one to a fact,
canceling each other's experience;
how they were
like some hideous calendar
“Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc.”.
The intimidating sound
of these voices
we must separately find
can and shall be vanquished:
Days and Distance disarrayed again
and gone
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
endlessly
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land
beneath the plane;
that coastline
of dim beaches deep in sand
stretching indistinguishably
all the way,
all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think
of all those cluttered instruments,
one to a fact,
canceling each other's experience;
how they were
like some hideous calendar
“Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc.”.
The intimidating sound
of these voices
we must separately find
can and shall be vanquished:
Days and Distance disarrayed again
and gone
both
for good and from the gentle battleground.
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