Vivienda
El matrimonio no es
una casa o siquiera una tienda de campaña
es antes que eso, y más frío:
el borde de un bosque, el borde
del desierto
las escaleras sin pintar
en la parte de atrás, afuera, donde
nos acurrucamos, comemos pochoclo
el borde del glaciar que se aleja
donde con dolor y asombro
de haber sobrevivido hasta
aquí
aprendemos a hacer fuego.
Margaret Atwood, Ottawa, 1939
versión Silvia Camerotto
versión Silvia Camerotto
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Habitation
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire.
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire.
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