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| De PROTEST POETRY, FRIENDSHIP, AND OTHER SENSUAL BY FANNY JEM WONG |
Becquer, Gustavo Adolfo
LXV
cross streets and her movements are silent harmony
:
sound his footsteps and the sound of the hymn
winged remember the rhythmic cadence.
ajar eyes, those eyes
as clear as day,
and earth and sky, the cover, burn
new light in his eyes.
Laugh, laugh and have fleeting water
notes:
cries, and every tear a poem
of infinite tenderness.
She has the light, has the perfume
color and line, as engendering
desires
expression, eternal source of poetry.
What is stupid? Bah! While
keep silent dark enigma,
always worth what I think calla
more than anyone else tell me.
LXVI
His hand in my hands,
his eyes in my eyes, the loving
head on my shoulder, God knows how many times
with lazy step
we wandered together under the tall elms that home
provide mystery and shadow on the porch.
And just yesterday ... a year,
past as a breath
how exquisite grace,
how admirable aplomb,
told me introduce a friend
informal:
"I think somewhere I've seen you
" silly Ah, ye of
classrooms
Wives of good taste and there andábais
of gallant fighter entanglements;
what story you have lost,
do so tasty delicacy to be eaten
sotto voce in a circle behind
range of feathers and gold!
Discreet and chaste moon,
copudos and tall elms,
walls of your home, your porch
thresholds,
hush and the secret
not leave you! Hush
;
for my part I have forgotten everything
and she ... she
no mask-like face.
LXVII
Where did I come? ... The most horrible and rough looking
of trails;
the trail of bloodied feet
on hard rock,
the remnants of a soul
tatters in the brambles acute
tell you the way that leads to my crib.
Whither go? The gloomiest and sad
of páramos crosses,
valley eternal snow and eternal
melancholy fogs.
Where you a solitary stone
without any inscription,
where habite el oblivion
there shall My tomb.
LXVIII
As swarm bee irritated
a dark corner memory
depart to haunt memories
of past hours.
Yo the want repel. Effort useless!
surround me, harass me,
and one after another to key comes the sharp sting
the soul festers.
LXIX
is a question of words and yet
neither you nor I ever
after last
will agree on who is to blame.
shame that Love do not have a dictionary where to find
when pride is just
pride and dignity when it is!
LXX
From what little life I would gladly
remains the best years,
to know what others have told me
. And this life
mortal and eternal
what I touch, if I touch something,
to know what
alone has me thinking.
LXXI
closed his eyes still were open, they covered his face
with a blank canvas,
and some sobbing,
other in silence, the sad Alcove
all departed.
Light
burned in a glass on the floor, the wall
cast the shadow of the bed, and from that shadow
could be seen at intervals drawn
rigid body shape.
wake up the day and his dawn
first with a thousand noises
wake the people. Before that contrast
of life and mystery,
of light and darkness, I thought for a moment
:
God, which alone are the dead
!
of the house, shoulders,
brought him to the temple, and a chapel
left the coffin. There
surrounded the pale remnants of yellow candles
and black cloth.
Giving Souls of touch
last, an old
ended his last prayer, crossed the wide
ship groaned
doors and the holy precincts
desert abode.
heard of a clock pendulum
compassionate and some candles
the sizzle. Tan
fearful and sad, so dark and lifeless
everything was
I thought at one point:
God, what
alone are the dead!
hood of the high iron tongue turning
gave his farewell pitiful.
The mourning clothes, friends and relatives
forming row crossed courtship. The last refuge
,
dark and narrow spike
opened the niche at one end:
laid her there,
tapiáronle then
and a
greeting took leave the duel.
shoulder Piquette
the gravedigger,
singing through clenched teeth,
was lost in the distance.
The night came,
the sun had set:
lost in the shadows,
I thought at one point:
God, which alone are the dead
!
In the long nights of cold winter, when the wood
does the wind rustle and hits the glass
the heavy downpour, the poor girl
sometimes I agree. There
rain falls with a are eternal: the battle there
north wind blow. The wet
wall lying in the gap, perhaps cold
freeze your bones! ...
"dust to dust again?
"Fly the soul to heaven?
Is everything, without spirit,
rot and mud?
not know, but there is something I can not explain
,
repugnant though it
force to leave so sad, so alone
the dead!
LXXII
I saw a semi-floating before my eyes
the image of your eyes was, as the dark spot
fringed with fire
floating and blind if you look at the sun .
Wherever
staring around to see her eyes flaming;
but you do not find you, it's your look,
eyes, yours, nothing more.
In my room I look at the angle look fantastic detached
:
when I sleep I feel them hovering
wide open on me.
I know there are wisps in the night
take the hiker to die:
I feel drawn to your eyes, but where I drag
do not know.
LXXIII spent
overwhelming in its beauty and let him pass, even at her
I turned around, and yet,
whispered something in my ear: "this is."
Who brought the evening to the morning?
I do not know, just know that in a short
summer night
joined the twilight, and ... "was."
LXXIV
In the great nave of the Byzantine church, the Gothic tomb
saw in the uncertain light
trembled in the painted glass.
hands on his chest, and hands
a book,
a beautiful woman resting on the urn
chisel prodigy. The body left
sunk to fresh weight, as if the soft
feather and satin
folded out the bed of granite. In the last smile
the divine radiance,
kept his face, as the sky keeps dying sun
the runaway beam.
stone head sitting on the edge,
two angels, finger on lip,
imposed silence in the room.
We seemed dead;
the massive arches seemed to be sleeping in the shadows and in dreams
saw paradise.
ship I went to the angle
gloomy
with the quiet step we
next to the crib where a child sleeps. I looked
moment and that warm glow, that bed
offered
stone wall next to another empty place in my soul
fueled a thirst for the infinite,
the desire of that life and death, for which a
moment are the centuries ...
Tired of fighting that fight alive,
ever remember with envy
of that dark corner and hide.
In that mute and pale woman
remember and say,
Oh, what love so quiet that of death!
What dream of the grave as quiet!
do LXXV
what you tell me? I know, is changeable,
is arrogant and vain and capricious
before the sense of his soul will spring water
the barren rock.
I know in your heart, a nest of snakes, there is a fiber
that the love reply;
is an inanimate statue ... but ...
is so beautiful!
LXXVI
not sleep, wandering in limbo
in shape-shifting objects,
mysterious spaces between waking from sleep.
The ideas that were circling round
quiet around my brain,
gradually moved her dance with a compass
slower.
of the light that enters the soul through the eye lids
watched the reflection, but another light
the world of visions
lit inside.
Here
echoed in my ears like a rumor that the temple
vague confused at the end of the Faithful
with your prayers Amen.
And I heard a thin, sad voice
me by my name called in the distance,
and felt the smell of extinguished candles,
moisture and incense.
entered the night and oblivion in the arms
fell like a stone in its deep bosom slept and woke
exclaimed "I wanted
Someone has died!"
LXXVII
demure
I was injured in the shadows,
sealed with a kiss his betrayal.
arms around his neck and threw me in the back
partióme in cold blood the heart.
And she continues on his way rejoicing,
happy, cheerful, fearless, and why?
Because no blood flows from the wound ...
Because the dead stands.
LXXVIII
I admired your forgetfulness! Although a
days I admired your love more,
because what is in me that's worth something,
that ... nor did you suspect.
LXXIX
Because they are, girl, your eyes like the sea green
you complain, have them
naiads green, the green
was Minerva,
and green are the pupils HURISA
of the Prophet.
Green is
gala and ornament of the forest in spring. Its seven colors
Iris shows it brilliantly.
Emeralds are green, the color green
waiting
and Ocean Waves
and the laurel of poets.
your cheek is pink
early frost covered,
that the crimson petal looks to
through the pearls.
Yet
know that you complain, because your eyes
think the ugly:
not believe it.
That seem her pupils,
wet, green and restless early
almond leaves that blow air to tremble.
Is your mouth open pomegranate ruby \u200b\u200bpurple
which in summer invites
to quench their thirst with it.
Yet
know that you complain because your eyes
think the ugly:
not believe it.
They seem, if your eyes sparkle
angry,
ocean waves breaking on the Cantabrian
rocks.
Your brow is crowned by the golden curly
wide braid,
snowy summit that his last day
reflected light.
Yet
know that you complain because your eyes
think the ugly:
not believe it.
That, among the blond eyelashes,
with temples, resembling
emerald and gold brooches
holding a white ermine.
Because they are, girl, your eyes like the sea green
you complain;
maybe if black or blue
become what you felt.
LXXX
Air kissing, weeping heart, Eagle
pain and passion, cross
resigned ...
forgiving soul that I am. Snake
love, laughter traitor,
executioner of dreams and light, fragrant
dagger, bitter kiss ...
that's you.
LXXXI
Supporting my head warm in the cold windowpane,
in the silence of the night sky from your balcony
my eyes away.
Amid the mysterious shadow
his window looked lit
letting my view
penetrate the sanctuary of your stay pure.
pale as marble countenance;
unbraided yellow hair, stroking her silky
waves
alabaster shoulders and throat
my eyes saw, and my eyes
to see her so beautiful, is troubled.
saw himself in the mirror, smiled sweetly to his beautiful
languid image, and his silent flattery
the mirror
paid a sweet kiss ...
But the light went out, the pure vision
desvanecióse as a shadow vain,
and fell asleep, giving me
jealousy glass caressing her mouth.
LXXXII
Errante
the world was screaming:
"where's the glory?" And a mysterious voice
contestóme:
"Beyond ... beyond ..."
chased after her in the way
I checked the voice;
Hallel at last, but at that moment the smoke
truncated.
But the smoke, forming dense veil, began to climb
and entering the blue area to the sky
went.
VXXXIII
dawn is
shadow of your smile,
and a ray of your eyes
daylight;
but your soul is the winter night, black and frost
.
LXXXIV
life is a dream, but a fevered dream
lasting one point
when he wakes up,
see that all is vanity and smoke ... Hopefully
a dream
very long and very deep;
a dream that will last till death!
I dream of my love and yours.
LXXXV
piano
These complaints
detached intervals, Sirens
evoking dormant
your white hand
not spread into the air in vain
the melancholy are, because of the hidden
mansion where my passion lies,
responds to each note an echo of the heart.
LXXXVI
Flores Tronche, withered leaves wind-blown
;
in the spaces, repeated
sad moans echo.
In the mists of the past,
in the regions of thought
sad moans, faded finery
are my memories.
LXXXVII Far
and among the trees of the intricate jungle
do not see something that shines
and cry? Is a star.
already sees nearest
as through a veil,
a hermitage on the porch
shine. It is a light.
From sprinting
the term is here.
Disappointment. There is a lamp or light
star we have followed: a candle.
LXXXVIII
ship sailing the seas,
and pushing the storm, and that caresses
foam
of men is life
its port, eternity.
LXXXIX
Black ghosts, dark clouds
,
flee before the flash of divine light. That
holy light, dark-eyed girl
,
is hope.
the heat of its rays
my faith giant fight against
without amenguarse disdain.
In this endeavor is, if large martyrdom,
greater the prize.
And even if samples
elusive soul of snow,
if it did not love me, I
I love: my love is rock
where evil crash
timid waves.
XC
Can not you felt at night, when Queen's shadow
a muffled voice that sings
immense sadness and crying?
"Were not you on your virgin ears of the silent and tragic
notes that my dead fingers plucked the lyre
broken?
a tear Do not feel my
slip in your mouth, and felt my hand
snow
closer to yours in pink?
Did not you see in dreams wander through the air
a shadow
or felt your lips a kiss mysterious
that erupted in the bedroom?
But I swear to you, my life,
I saw you in my arms, fearful;
I felt your breath of jasmine and tuberose
and your mouth close to my mouth.
XCI
To find your face looking at the sky
is not well
your image is in the ground if there
wine
he sought his home,
is not madness.
XCII
For you to read with your eyes gray,
for your clear voice singing,
to be filled with emotion your chest
I did my lines. To find
on your chest and give him asylum
youth, life, warmth,
three things that I can not give,
I did my lines.
To make you enjoy with my joy, your
to suffer with my pain, throbbing
to feel my life, I did my verse I
.
XCIII
Patriarchs
ye the seed of the tree of faith in remote centuries, the winner
death divine
beg him for us!
inspired prophets to rend the veil of the future
mysterious
who took the light from the darkness
beg him for us!
Simple souls, Holy Innocents aumentáis
that the choir of angels, which he called
children at his side,
beg him for us!
Apostles whom ye in the world of the Church
strong foundation, which is
truth
depositary beg him for us!
Martyrs
you won your palms in the arena, in blood red,
that gave you strength in suffering
beg him for us! Virgin
lilies like the snow and summer wore gold
which is the source of life and beauty
beg him for us! Monks
life in combat you asked
peace to the quiet cloister, which is iris
of calm in the storm,
beg him for us!
Doctors, whose feathers left us
of virtue and wisdom, rich treasure
the flow of science is inexhaustible,
beg him for us!
army soldiers of Christ! Saints and Holy
everyone!
beg him to forgive our sins
one who lives and reigns with you!
XCIV
may cloud the sun forever,
may be dried in an instant the sea,
may break the shaft
as a weak ground glass.
all happen!
death may cover it with your funeral crepe, but never on me
may
off the flame of your love.
XCV
I were moon, who was
breeze
who was sun!
Who was the twilight hour, the moment
who
in your prayers!
who were part of the prayer that lonely
God send! Who would
moon who was breeze, who
outside sun! ...
XCVI
If you copy your forehead from the nearby river and the sheer power
love watching your face on,
me, that I hide
deep water and
, mad love, love invites thee;
me, that in your chest sought dwelling
shipping to your eyes my burning eyes, my white
divine ... and the fire that you feel the face lights up.
If in the middle of the valley in late it is converted
your love animated hesitate
your plant, fold your size ...
me, beloved master,
that, unseen ties
of yearning love, you close in my arms ;
me who
florida carpet weaving that makes your body the life force;
me, that I follow on the wind
dreaming of you.
being in your bed If you hear anything
celestial harmony that filled with joys
your candid breast
me, my life ...
me, I lift to heaven
my fervent tranquil song;
me, that the air crossing by an unknown
light, movable path
calm anxious, hungry
love, enters your soul.
XCVII
Solitaire, sad and silent
there was found that cemetery;
its inhabitants do not cry ...
How happy are the dead!
XCVIII
Your breath is the breath of flowers, your voice is
swans harmony;
is your day look
splendor and color of pink is your color . You
lend new life and hope
a heart for love and death, you grow
of my life in the desert
as it grows in a desert flower.
XCIX
I welcomed me, as a lost sailor,
a woman asking for love
tired and it was his love to my senses, my heart
ice.
And I was, my life on the run,
a populated world of hope yesterday,
as a passer is in the wilderness
Alone with God!
C
I am the lightning, the gentle breeze, hot tear
, fresh smile,
peregrina flower, branch cut short;
I who vibrates, steely arrow.
there in my heart like a thousand flowers
soft perfume vapors,
and fascinating fragrance,
disturbs the soul of the worshiper.
everywhere I lavish my spice
and mitigated the most horrible pain,
and pleasant, sweet, sweet delusion, the hardest change
martyrdom.
Ah! I chained hearts, flowers
are more links.
sailed the seas, the wind going
away the sorrows of thought.
I in joy or sorrow, the death
deal with face serene.
terrible power that springs my cravings
smiles or anger arises;
power that burns a soul if angry vibro
cold steely arrow. I
the sweet smiles of the beautiful;
colorless cheeks of snow and roses
moisten their lips and eyes,
I promise these
not imagined. I do kind
rest
pleasing, flattering, or stray from
loved the sweet dream, everything in my power
honors;
all my crown
give allegiance.
I love king of the world,
tirana girl love me, and you will be tomorrow
Queen.
