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| César Vallejo -Agape- |
| sábado, 10 de enero de 2004 |
Agape
Hoy no ha venido nadie a preguntar;
ni me han pedido en esta tarde nada.
No he visto ni una flor de cementario
en tan alegre procesión de luces.
En esta tarde todos, todos pasan
sin preguntarme ni pedirme nada.
Y no sé qué se olvidan y se queda
mal en mis manos, como cosa ajena.
He salido a la puerta,
y me da ganas de gritar a todos:
Si echan de menos algo, aqui se queda!
Porque en todas las tardes de esta vida,
yo no sé con qué puertas dan a un rostro,
y algo ajeno se toma el alma mia.
Hoy no ha venido nadie;
y hoy he muerto qué poco en esta tarde!
Agape
Today no one has come to inquire,
nor have they wanted anything from me this afternoon.
I have not seen a single cemetery flower
in so happy a procession of lights.
Forgive me, Lord! I have died so little!
This afternoon everyone, everyone goes by
without asking or begging me anything.
And I do not know what it is they forget, and it is
heavy in my hands like something stolen.
I have come to the door,
and I want to shout at everyone:
—If you miss something, here it is!
Because in all the afternoons of this life,
I do not know how many doors are slammed on a face,
and my soul takes something that belongs to another.
Today nobody has come;
and today I have died so little in the afternoon!
Translated by John KnoepfleEtiquetas: César Vallejo |
posted by Bishop @ 13:50  |
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AGAPE
Today no one's come by to enquire;
nor this afternoon has anyone asked me for anything.
Nor have I seen one cemetery flower
in so happy a procession of lights.
Forgive me, Lord: I've died so little!
This afternoon everyone, everyone passes by
without asking for me or asking me for anything.
And I don't know what they forgot and left behind
in my hands, like a horrible mistake, like someone else's.
I've gone to the door,
and it makes me feel like yelling at everyone:
If you're missing something, you left it here!
Because every afternoon of this life,
I don't know what doors are slammed in a face,
and my soul is seized by something strange.
No one's come by today;
and I've died so little this afternoon!
César Vallejo
Translated by Rebecca Seiferle
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AGAPE
Today no one's come by to enquire;
nor this afternoon has anyone asked me for anything.
Nor have I seen one cemetery flower
in so happy a procession of lights.
Forgive me, Lord: I've died so little!
This afternoon everyone, everyone passes by
without asking for me or asking me for anything.
And I don't know what they forgot and left behind
in my hands, like a horrible mistake, like someone else's.
I've gone to the door,
and it makes me feel like yelling at everyone:
If you're missing something, you left it here!
Because every afternoon of this life,
I don't know what doors are slammed in a face,
and my soul is seized by something strange.
No one's come by today;
and I've died so little this afternoon!
César Vallejo
Translated by Rebecca Seiferle