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| Francisco de Quevedo -Amor constante más allá de la muerte- |
| lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2004 |
Amor constante más allá de la muerte
Cerrar podrá mis ojos la postrera
sombra que me llevare el blanco día,
y podrá desatar esta alma mía
hora a su afán ansioso lisonjera;
mas no, de esotra parte, en la ribera,
dejará la memoria, en donde ardía:
nadar sabe mi llama la agua fría,
y perder el respeto a ley severa.
Alma a quien todo un dios prisión ha sido,
venas que humor a tanto fuego han dado,
medulas que han gloriosamente ardido:
su cuerpo dejará, no su cuidado;
serán ceniza, mas tendrá sentido;
polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.
Love constant beyond Death
Perhaps whatever final shadow that
the shining day may bring could close my eyes,
and this my soul may well be set aflight
by time responding to its longing sighs;
but it will not, there on the farther shore
its memory leave behind, where once it burned:
my flame the icy current yet can swim,
and so severe a law can surely spurn.
Soul by no less than a god confined,
veins that such a blazing fire have fueled,
marrow to its glorious flames consigned:
the body will abandon, not its woes;
will soon be ash, but ash that is aware;
dust will be, but dust whose love still grows.
Translated by Alix IngberEtiquetas: Francisco de Quevedo |
posted by Bishop @ 12:40  |
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LOVE CONSTANT BEYOND DEATH
Closed, my eyes could be, by the last
shadow that the bright day may bring,
And it could cajolingly free my soul
Now from its anxious zeal;
But not, from that other side, on the bank
will memory leave, where it burned:
to swim my flame knows the cold water
and pay no heed to a severe law.
Soul to whom an entire god prison has been,
veins which fuel to so much fire have given,
marrows that have so gloriously burned,
Its body it will leave, not its concern:
they may be ash, yet it will have feeling;
dust they may be, but dust that loves.
Translated by América Martínez
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LOVE CONSTANT BEYOND DEATH
Last of the shadows may close my eyes,
goodbye then white day
and with that my soul untie
its dear wishing
yet will not forsake
memory of this shore where it burned
but still burning swim
that cold water again
careless of the stern law
soul that kept God in prison
veins that to love led such fire
marrow that flamed in glory
not their heeding will leave
with their body
but being ash will feel
dust be dust in love
Translated by W S. Mervin
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LOVE CONSTANT BEYOND DEATH
Closed, my eyes could be, by the last
shadow that the bright day may bring,
And it could cajolingly free my soul
Now from its anxious zeal;
But not, from that other side, on the bank
will memory leave, where it burned:
to swim my flame knows the cold water
and pay no heed to a severe law.
Soul to whom an entire god prison has been,
veins which fuel to so much fire have given,
marrows that have so gloriously burned,
Its body it will leave, not its concern:
they may be ash, yet it will have feeling;
dust they may be, but dust that loves.
Translated by América Martínez