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| De PROTEST POETRY, FRIENDSHIP, AND OTHER SENSUAL BY FANNY JEM WONG |
Becquer, Gustavo Adolfo
English poet born in Seville in 1836 and died in Madrid in 1870.
is one of the great nineteenth-century Romantic poets. His rhymes represent the starting point of modern English poetry. Began painting in art alongside his father and brother, but left in 1854 when he devoted himself entirely to literature. Author
also "History of the temples of Spain" and "Letters to a literary woman."
I
As the iron boot of a wound
his love from the heart ripped me, though I felt
doing
life that I started with him! The altar
lifted him in my soul Will
threw his image, and light
faith in it burned before the altar
faded desert.
Even my strong commitment to combat
comes to my mind his tenacious vision ...
When can I sleep with that dream
in just dreaming!
II
I have peered into the deep chasms
of the earth and sky,
and I have seen the end or eye or thought
.
But alas! I got a heart into the abyss
and leaned for a moment,
and my soul and my eyes were dim: So deep
was and so black!
III
keystone of the arch in the insurance bad time
whose stones reddened, rough chisel work
Gothic rampant flag. His helmet plume
granite
ivy hanging around shaded
to shield a hand
had a heart.
to behold him in the deserted plaza
we stopped them.
And that, he said, is the proper emblem
of my constant love.
Ah, it's true what I said then:
true that the heart will take in hand ... anywhere ... but in
no chest.
IV
Sighs are air and go on the air!
Tears are water and go to sea!
Tell me, woman, when love is forgotten,
do you know where to go?
V waves are vague harmony
faint scent of violets, silver mists
cold night, light and gold
day,
me something better I have
I Love! Aura
applause, radiant cloud, wave of envy
kissing the foot.
island of dreams where the soul rests
anxious. Sweet intoxication
Glory is! Ember
lit is the treasure, fleeing shadow
vanity.
all a lie: the glory, gold,
what I love is only true
:
Freedom!
passing boatmen singing so
the timeless song and rowed
jumped foam heríala
and the sun.
- Do you embark? screaming, and I told
smiling as he passed:
I have already shipped, I have yet sign
clothing lying on the beach to dry.
VI
Tired of dancing,
on color, short of breath, leaning on my arm
salon
stopped at one end. Among the slight gauze
that lifted the beating heart, rocked a flower
in compassionate and gentle motion.
As the cradle of nacre
pushing the sea and caressed by the breeze, perhaps
slept there the breath of his lips parted.
Oh! And who, he thought, could slide
leave time!
Oh! if the flowers are sleeping,
what sweet dreams!
VII
I against my interest to confess,
however, my love, which you
think that an ode is good only
Bank a ticket written on the back.
never want to hear some fool
is made crosses and say: Women
the end of the nineteenth century and prosaic material
... nonsense! Voices
run four poets do in winter
clog the lyre!
Barking dogs at the moon!
You know and I know that in this life,
is told with genius who writes, and with gold
anyone makes poetry.
VIII
Want that this nectar
delicious bitter tea not the dregs? Well
aspírale, near your lips and let
later.
Want
retain a sweet memory of this love? Well
amémosnos today and tomorrow much
Let's say, goodbye!
IX
Among the discordant sound of an orgy
caressed my ear as distant musical note,
the echo of a sigh.
The echo of a sigh I know
formed a breath that I drank,
perfume of a flower that grows
hidden in a gloomy cloister.
a day My darling, loving,
- What do you think? I said,
"Nothing ..." Nothing, what are you crying? - Is that I have
happy and sad sadness wine.
X
As
an open book I read of your eyes in the background. Why pretend
lip
laughs that belie his eyes?
Cry!
not ashamed to admit that I wanted a little.
Cry! No one is looking.
You see, I am a man ... and cry.
XI
I know a strange giant anthem
advertising on the night of the soul a dawn
and these pages are from that song cadences
the air expands in the shadows.
I wanted to write, man taming the rebellious petty
language,
with words that were at once
sighs and laughter, colors and notes.
But in vain is to fight, no figure
able to shut him up, and just oh! Beautiful!
if having my hands in yours could
cantártelo ear alone.
XII
What the clumsy hand wild with a trunk
ago on a whim a god and then to his
work kneels
we did you and me. Dimos
real forms a ghost,
ridiculous invention of the mind and become the idol
already sacrificed on the altar
our love.
XIII
the lounge in the dark corner, her owner
perhaps forgotten,
silent and covered with dust, could be seen
harp.
much slept on his vocal note,
as the bird sleeps in the branches, awaiting the hand
knows snow boot!
Ah, I thought, how many times the genius and
sleeps in the depths of the soul,
and a voice like Lazarus expected
someone says "Get up and walk!"
XIV
ever find it for the world and passes
and passes me smile and I say
How can you laugh? Then
overlooks my lip a smile
Joker,
and then think: "Maybe she laughs, I laugh as
.
XV
Saeta that flying cross, thrown at random,
and nowhere
shaking will drive;
dry tree leaf
snatches the storm, no one guesses
groove where dust
return.
Giant wave ripples
wind and pushed into the sea and wheels
passes and ignores what beach looking
goes.
Light that shines in trembling rings
expiring,
and they do not know what the final will
.
That's me that perhaps cross
the world without thinking where I come from or where I take my steps
.
XVI
When I told him I felt
a cold steel blade in the gut,
leaned against the wall, and a moment I lost consciousness
where he was.
fell upon my mind the night
into anger and pity flooded
soul and then I understood why he cries!
and then I understood why it kills!
spent the cloud of pain ... I managed to stammer a penalty
few words ... Who gave me the news? ... A true friend ...
made me a big favor ... I thanked him.
XVII
I know what the object is
of your sighs.
cause I know your secret
sweet languor.
Do you laugh ...?
someday know, girl, why:
Perhaps you suspect, and I know
.
I know when you dream,
dreams and what they see;
like a book so I can shut your face
read.
Do you laugh ...?
someday know, girl, why: Perhaps you suspect
and I know.
I know why
smile and cry at once.
I penetrate the breasts of your soul
mysterious woman.
Do you laugh ...?
someday know, girl, why:
while you're sorry and you know nothing, I do not feel
already know everything.
XVIII
How beautiful are on fire
topped up, and his kiss
shine light waves and light the air!
How beautiful it is after rain sad
of Autumn in the blue evening, the humid flowers
perfume
suck til they drop!
How beautiful it is when the white snow flakes
falls silent,
of the restless flames
see the red tongues shake!
How beautiful it is when
sleep well ... sleep and snore like a
choristers ... and eat ... and fat ... and how fortunate
this just not enough!
XIX
How do you live the rose that has lit
close to your heart?
Never before in the world watched the volcano
along the flower.
XX
Today as yesterday, tomorrow as today
and always the same!
A gray sky, a horizon and walk
eternal ... walk. Moving
compass as a stupid machine
heart;
the dull brain intelligence
asleep in a corner.
The soul, which aspires to paradise,
looking for him without faith, without purpose
fatigue, rolling wave
ignoring why. Voice
continuing the same tone
sings the same song,
monotonous drop of water falls and falls steadily
.
So the days go gliding
from each other in pursuit,
today just like yesterday ... and they all
without joy or pain.
Ay! Sometimes I remember the old sighing
suffer! Bitter
is suffering from pain but even
is live!
XXI
What is poetry?, Say while
nailed my pupil your blue pupil.
What is poetry!, "And you ask me?
Poetry ... is you.
XXII
For a look, a world
for a smile, a sky,
for a kiss ... I do not know what
give you a kiss.
XXIII
Is it true that when it
sleep with our eyes rosy fingers,
from prison living spirit flees
hurried flight?
Is it true that, host of the fog, the night breeze
the faint murmur rises
winged
empty region to meet with others?
And there's naked human form, there
earthly ties broken lives
few hours the idea
the world silent?
And laughs and cries and hates and loves
and save a trail of pain and joy, leaving
similar to
it crosses the sky a meteor?
I do not know if that world of visions or live outside
is within us
But I know that I know many people who do not know
.
XXIV
desceñidas clothes,
naked swords,
gold on the lintel of the door
two angels watched.
irons I approached the entrance
defending,
and double gates at the bottom saw
confusing and white.
as a picture I saw in mild
dream happens,
as faint light beam and diffuse it in darkness
anything.
I felt a burning desire
fills the soul
like attracts an abyss, the mystery
to I do drag.
But alas! that angels appeared to me looks
-The threshold of this door
transferred only God.
XXV
when I see the blue horizon
lost in the distance, the
through gauze
gold dust and restless, it seems possible tear
the miserable soil and float
golden fog light atoms in which she
waste!
When I look in the background night sky dark
the stars tremble as
eyes of fire burning, it seems possible
where it 'shine
up on a flight,
and submerged in their light, and light them on
melt into a kiss.
In the sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt that bogo
not even know what I believe, however, these anxieties
tell me that I carry
something divine in here.
XXVI
You were the hurricane and I
high tower defying his power:
had to crash or folded!
could not be!
You were the ocean and I
upright rock steady sway awaits:
you had to break or tear!
It could not be! Hermosa
you, me proud:
each coil used, the other not to give:
the narrow way, inevitable clash ...
could not be!
XXVII
Kiss the aura
moaning softly playing the little waves that curl;
the sun kiss the clouds in the west
and qualifies it purple and gold;
flame around
hot trunk for kissing another
slips and calls to his weight leaning willow
the river that kisses him, gets a kiss.
XXVIII
Before you I die: hidden in the bowels
and iron with which I opened wide your hand
the mortal wound.
me before you die: and my spirit, tenacious in their efforts
will sit at the gates of Death,
waiting there.
days Within hours, the days fly
years, and that door
call after ...
Who stops calling?
Then your guilt, and thy spoil shall the land keep
,
by washing in waves
death as another Jordan.
There where the murmur of trembling
life will die, as the wave
that the beach is quiet
expire.
Where the tomb is closed
open forever.
Everything we both
quiet there as we speak.
XXIX
your eyes are blue and when you laugh
smooth clarity reminds me
the shimmering glow of the morning
at sea is reflected.
your eyes are blue and when you cry tears the clear
it contained I
dewdrops on a violet.
your eyes are blue and if your background
as a point of light strikes a
idea seems to me in the evening sky
a lost star.
XXX
Our passion was a tragic farce whose absurd fable
serious comedy and laughter and tears confused
booted.
But it was the worst of this story
that at the end of the day it touched
tears and laughter
and me, only tears.
XXXI
When you wrap the night
tulle wings and your sleep
eyelashes lying arches resemble ebony,
to hear the beating of your heart
restless sleep and rest your head on my chest
,
give my soul, I possess
,
light, air and thought
!
When your eyes are stuck on an invisible object
illuminates your lips and a smile the reflection
for reading on your forehead
the quiet thought that passes like a cloud over the sea
wide mirror
give my soul, how I wish
,
fame, gold,
the glory, genius!
When your tongue falls silent and hastens your breath,
and your cheeks are lit environments
and your black eyes,
to see between her eyelashes wet shine
fire spark the fiery volcano springs
desires,
give my soul, because
hope, faith
, spirit,
land, sky.
XXXII
This framework of bones and skin of walking
crazy head is tired at the end and do not miss it
as though it is true that I'm not old ,
the part of life that touches me
in the life of the world, for my injury I
made an application such that
swear I condensed a century in each day.
Thus, although now died,
not say that I have not lived;
the coat, apparently out again, I know that inside
has aged.
You are old, yes, despite my star!
says sick and my desire suffering;
about the pain that spend their horrible track record
in the heart, if not the front.
XXXIII
Two red tongues of fire
same trunk that linked
approaching and kissing
form a single flame.
Two
lute notes at once the hand starts,
and space are
and harmonious embrace.
Two waves that come together
to die on a beach
and breaking
are crowned with a tuft of silver.
Two strips of steam that rise from the lake,
and join in heaven
form a white cloud. Two
few ideas that spring,
two kisses that explode at the same time,
two echoes that are confused,
those are our two souls.
XXXIV
I left the light on one side and on the edge of revolt
bed I sat down
silent, dark, pupil
still nailed to the wall.
What time was it? I do not know: the drunkenness
me horrible pain, expired
light and laughing my balcony
the sun.
Neither I nor in such terrible hours
what she thought or what happened to me;
only remember that I cried and cursed,
and that night aged.
XXXV
giant waves that break with roaring
on deserted beaches and remote
enveloped in a sheet of foam,
away with you!
Hurricane gusts snatch
high withered forest leaves,
drawn into the maelstrom blind,
away with you!
breaking storm clouds lightning and fire
detached ornáis the fringes,
caught between the dark mist,
away with you! Take me out of pity
where
vertigo reason I start with the memory.
For pity's sake! I have
afraid to be alone with my pain!
XXXVI
When we turn the fleeting hours of the past
evoke
trembling on her lashes shine
black prompt a tear slip.
And finally slips and falls like dew drop
to think that today that yesterday, today tomorrow
both sighed again.
XXXVII
if you know your red lips parched atmosphere
invisible burning,
that the soul that can speak
eyes can also kiss with their eyes.
XXXVIII
The dark swallows will return on your balcony to hang their nests,
and again with the wing to play call
crystals.
But those who refrained flight
your beauty and my happiness,
those who learned our
those names ... ... not again!
will return the thick honeysuckle in your garden walls to climb
and again in the evening even more beautiful
its flowers open.
But those of dew which drops
watched tremble and fall like tears from ...
those ... never again!
will return the love in your ears burning
sounding words,
your heart from its slumbers
may awaken.
But silent and absorbed and
knees as you worship God at his altar,
as I have loved you ... do not kid yourself,
anyone like you love.
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