domingo, 10 de abril de 2005

Pablo Neruda -Soneto IV-

Soneto IV

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa
a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,
de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido
con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Recordarás los dones de la tierra:
irascible fragancia, barro de oro,
hierbas del matorral, locas raíces,
sortílegas espinas como espadas.

Recordarás el ramo que trajiste,
ramo de sombra y agua con silencio,
ramo como una piedra con espuma.

Y aquella vez fue como nunca y siempre:
vamos allí donde no espera nada
y hallamos todo lo que está esperando.


Sonnet 4

You will recall that whimsical gorge
where pulsating aromas climbed up,
an occasional bird cloaked in water
and slowness: its winter feathers.

You will recall those gifts from the earth;
irascible scents, earth made of gold,
weeds in the thicket and mad roots,
sorcerous sword-like thorns.

You will recall the bough you brought,
a bough of shadows and silent water,
a bough like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.
We go there, where nothing waits
and we find everything it is waiting for.

2 comentarios:

  1. You will remember that leaping stream
    where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
    and sometimes a bird, wearing water
    and slowness, its winter feathers.

    You will remember those gifts from the earth:
    indelible scents, gold clay,
    weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
    magical thorns like swords.

    You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
    shadows and silent water,
    bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
    That time was like never, and like always.
    So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
    we find everything waiting there.

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  2. You will recall the gorge of capricious waters
    from which throbbing perfumes climbed,
    and a bird, from time to time, clothed
    with liquid slowness: winter plumage.

    You will recall the gifts of the earth:
    hot scents, clay of gold,
    scrub grasses, mad roots,
    bewitched thorns like swords.

    You will recall the branch you bore,
    branch of shadow and water of silence
    branch like a stone of spume.

    And that time was as never and always:
    we go there where nothing does not await us,
    and find all that is waiting there.

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