Y ut pictura poesis es su nombre
Ya no puedes decirlo así.
Concernido por la belleza tienes que
salir al aire libre, a un claro,
y descansar. Sin duda cualquier cosa divertida que te ocurre
está bien. Pedir más que esto sería raro
en ustedes, ustedes que tienen tantos amantes,
gente que te admira y que está dispuesta
a hacer cosas por ti, pero piensas
que no está bien, que si en verdad te conocieran. . .
tanto como para un auto-análisis. Ahora,
sobre qué poner en tu poema-pintura:
las flores siempre son agradables, en particular la espuela
de caballero.
Nombres de chicos que conociste alguna vez y sus trineos,
los cohetes son buenos-¿existen todavía?
Hay muchas otras cosas de la misma calidad
como las que he mencionado. Ahora uno debe
encontrar algunas palabras importantes, y otro montón de
palabras discretas, aburridas. Ella se me acercó
por la compra de su escritorio. De repente la calle fue
plátanos y el estruendo de los instrumentos japoneses.
monótonos testamentos desperdigados por ahí. Su cabeza
se unió a la mía. Éramos un subibaja. Algo
debe ser escrito sobre cómo te afecta esto
cuando escribes poesía:
La extrema austeridad de una mente casi vacía
chocando con el exuberante follaje de Rousseau en su deseo de
comunicar
algo entre respiraciones, aunque sólo sea por el bien
de los demás y su deseo de comprenderte y abandonarte
hacia otros centros de comunicación, para que la comprensión
comience y, al hacerlo, se deshaga.
John Ashbery, John Ashbery,
Rochester, 1927
Versión © Silvia Camerotto
imagen de Su Blackwell
And Ut
Pictura Poesis Is Her Name
You
can't say it that way any more.
Bothered about beauty you have to
Come out into the open, into a clearing,
And rest. Certainly whatever funny happens to you
Is OK. To demand more than this would be strange
Of you, you who have so many lovers,
People who look up to you and are willing
To do things for you, but you think
It's not right, that if they really knew you . . .
So much for self-analysis. Now,
About what to put in your poem-painting:
Flowers are always nice, particularly delphinium.
Names of boys you once knew and their sleds,
Skyrockets are good—do they still exist?
There are a lot of other things of the same quality
As those I've mentioned. Now one must
Find a few important words, and a lot of low-keyed,
Dull-sounding ones. She approached me
About buying her desk. Suddenly the street was
Bananas and the clangor of Japanese instruments.
Humdrum testaments were scattered around. His head
Locked into mine. We were a seesaw. Something
Ought to be written about how this affects
You when you write poetry:
The extreme austerity of an almost empty mind
Colliding with the lush, Rousseau-like foliage of its desire to communicate
Something between breaths, if only for the sake
Of others and their desire to understand you and desert you
For other centers of communication, so that understanding
May begin, and in doing so be undone.
Bothered about beauty you have to
Come out into the open, into a clearing,
And rest. Certainly whatever funny happens to you
Is OK. To demand more than this would be strange
Of you, you who have so many lovers,
People who look up to you and are willing
To do things for you, but you think
It's not right, that if they really knew you . . .
So much for self-analysis. Now,
About what to put in your poem-painting:
Flowers are always nice, particularly delphinium.
Names of boys you once knew and their sleds,
Skyrockets are good—do they still exist?
There are a lot of other things of the same quality
As those I've mentioned. Now one must
Find a few important words, and a lot of low-keyed,
Dull-sounding ones. She approached me
About buying her desk. Suddenly the street was
Bananas and the clangor of Japanese instruments.
Humdrum testaments were scattered around. His head
Locked into mine. We were a seesaw. Something
Ought to be written about how this affects
You when you write poetry:
The extreme austerity of an almost empty mind
Colliding with the lush, Rousseau-like foliage of its desire to communicate
Something between breaths, if only for the sake
Of others and their desire to understand you and desert you
For other centers of communication, so that understanding
May begin, and in doing so be undone.
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