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James Fenton
2007-01-03 10:19:01
James Fenton (England, 1949- )PoemasJames Fenton -Out of danger-James Fenton -Wind-James Fenton -For Andrew Wood-
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Sam Hamill -What the water knows-
2007-01-03 10:19:01
What the water knowsSam Hamill (1943- )What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive.A rat's as moral as a monk in the eyes of the real world.Still, the heart is a riverpouring from itself, a river that cannot be crossed.It opens on a bayand turns back upon itself as the tide comes in,it carries the cry of the loon and the saltsof the unutterably human.A distant eagle enters the mouth of a riversalmon no longer run and his wide wings glideupstream until he disappearsinto the nothing from which he came. Only the thought remains.Lacking the eagle's cunning or the wisdom of the sparrow,where shall I turn, drowning in sorrow?Who will know what the trees know, the spidery patienceof young maple or what the willows confess?Let me be water. The heart pours out in waves.Listen to what the water says.Wind, be a friend.There's nothing I couldn't forgive.Lo que el agua conoceLo que la boca canta, debe aprender a perdonarlo el alma.A los ojos del mundo real una rata es tan moral como...
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Sam Hamill -Black marsh eclogue-
2007-01-03 10:19:01
Black marsh eclogueSam Hamill (1943- )Although it is midsummer, the great blue heronholds darkest winter in his hunched shoulders,those blue-turning-gray cloudsrising over him like a storm from the Pacific.He stands in the black marshmore monument than bird, a wizened prophetreturned from a vanished mythology.He watches the hearts of thingsand does not move or speak. But whenat last he flies, his great wingscover the darkening sky, and slowly,as though praying, he lifts, almost motionless,as he pushes the world away.Égloga de la marisma negraAunque es mitad del verano, el gran garzón azulsujeta un invierno más oscuro sobre sus hombros gibados,las nubes grisáceamente opacasse alzan sobre él como tormenta sobre el Pacífico.Más monumento que pájarose alza en el negro marisma, un arrugado profetavuelto desde una mitología esfumada.Vigila el corazón de las cosasy no se mueve o modula. Pero cuandoal fin vuela, sus grandes alascubren el cielo ensombrecido, y lentamente,como si rezara, se a...
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Gertrude Stein -If I told him: a completed portrait of Picas
2007-01-02 22:18:01
If I told him: a completed portrait of Picas so Gertrude Stein (EEUU, 1874?1946)If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him.Would he like it would Napoleon would Napoleon would would he like it.If Napoleon if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him would he like it would he like it if I told him.Now.Not now.And now.Now.Exactly as as kings.Feeling full for it.Exactitude as kings.So to beseech you as full as for it.Exactly or as kings.Shutters shut and open so do queens.Shutters shut and shutters and so shutters shut and shutters and so and so shutters and so shutters shut and so shutters shut and shutters and so. And so shutters shut and so and also. And also and so and so and also.Exact resemblance. To exact resemblance the exact resemblance as exact as a resemblance, exactly as resembling...
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Muriel Rukeyser -The poem as mask-
2007-01-02 22:18:01
The poem as maskMuri el Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)When I wrote of the women in their dance and wildness, it was a mask,on their mountain, god-hunting, singing, in orgy,it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone done with song,it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.There is no mountain, there is no god, there is memoryof my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued childbeside me among the doctors, and a wordof rescue from the great eyes.No more masks! No more mythologies!Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,the fragments join in me with their own musicEl poema como máscaraCuando hablé de las mujeres danzando, salvajes, fue una máscara,en la montaña, a la caza de los dioses, cantando, orgiásticas,fue una máscara; cuando hablé del diosfragmentado, exiliado de sí, su vida, el amor extraviado con el canto,era yo, desgajada, sin habla, en exilio de mí.No hay montaña, no hay dios, hay memoria...
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Gertrude Stein
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Gertrude Stein (EEUU, 1874?1946)PoemasGertrude Stein -Stanza II-Gertrude Stein -Stanza XXXVIII-Gertrude Stein -If I told him: a completed portrait of Picasso-Gertrude Stein -I love my love with a v...-
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Muriel Rukeyser
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Muriel Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)PoemasMuriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- VI. I look across at the real...-Muriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- VII. Life the announcer...-Muriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- IX. Time comes into it...-Muriel Rukeyser -Waking this morning-Muriel Rukeyser -The poem as mask-Muriel Rukeyser -Myth-
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Gertrude Stein -Stanza XXXVIII-
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Stanza XXXVIIIGertrude Stein (EEUU, 1874?1946)Which I wish to say is thisThere is no beginning to an endBut there is a beginning and an endTo beginning.Why yes of course.Any one can learn that north of courseIs not only north but north as northWhy were they worried.What I wish to say is this.Yes of course.Stanza XXXVIIILo cual quiero decir es estoNo hay principio de un finPero hay un principio y un finDe principio.Pues sí por supuesto.Cualquiera puede advertir que norte por supuestoEs no sólo norte pero norte como nortePor qué se preocupaban.Lo que quiero decir es esto.Sí por supuesto.Versión de Joaquín Ibarburu
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Muriel Rukeyser -Waking this morning-
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Waking this morningMuri el Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)Waking this morning,a violent woman in the violent dayLaughing. Past the line of memoryalong the long body of your lifein which move childhood, youth, your lifetime of touch,eyes, lips, chest, belly, sex, legs, to the waves of the sheet.I look past the little planton the city windowsillto the tall flowers bookshaped, crushed together in greed,the river flashing flowing corroded,the intricate harbor and the sea, the wars, the moon, the planets, all who people spacein the sun visible invisible.African violets in the lightbreathing, in a breathing universe. I want strong peace, and delight,the wild good.I want to make my touch poems:to find my morning, to find you entirealive moving among the anti-touch people. I say across the waves of the air to you:today once moreI will try to be non-violentone more daythis morning, waking the world awayin the violent day.Esta mañanaDespie...
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Muriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- IX. Time comes into it..
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Speed of darknessMuriel Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)IX. Time comes into it...Time comes into it.Say it. Say it.The universe is made of stories,not of atoms.Velocidad de la oscuridadIX. A esto lleva el tiempo...A esto lleva el tiempo.Dilo. Dilo.El universo está hecho de historias,no de átomos.Versión de Rodrigo
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Muriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- VII. Life the announcer.
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Speed of darknessMuriel Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)VII. Life the announcer...Life the announcer.I assure youthere are many ways to have a child.I bastard motherpromise youthere are many ways to be born.They all come forth in their own grace.Velocidad de la oscuridadVII. La vida notificaLa vida notifica.Te aseguroexisten demasiadas formas de tener un hijo.Yo, madre bastardate prometoexisten demasiadas formas de nacer.Todas emergenen su propia gracia.Versión de Rodrigo
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Muriel Rukeyser -Speed of darkness- VI. I look across at the
2007-01-02 22:18:01
Speed of darknessMuriel Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)VI. I look across at the real...I look across at the realvulnerable involved nakeddevoted to the present of all I care forthe world of its history leading to this momentVelocidad de la oscuridadVI. Miro a través de lo real...Miro a través de lo realvulnerable complejo desnudoempeñado en el presente de todo lo que me es esencialel mundo de esa historia conduce al ahora.Versión de Rodrigo
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Muriel Rukeyser -Myth-
2007-01-02 22:18:01
MythMuri el Rukeyser (EEUU, 1913-1980)Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked theroads. He smelled a familiar smell. It wasthe Sphinx. Oedipus said, "I want to ask one question.Why didn't I recognize my mother?" "You gave thewrong answer," said the Sphinx. "But that was whatmade everything possible," said Oedipus. "No," she said."When I asked, What walks on four legs in the morning,two at noon, and three in the evening, you answered,Man. You didn't say anything about woman.""When you say Man," said Oedipus, "you include womentoo. Everyone knows that." She said, "That's whatyou think."MitoMucho tiempo después, Edipo, viejo y ciego, recorrió loscaminos. Sintió un olor familiar. Erala Esfinge. Edipo dijo, "Quiero hacer una pregunta.¿Por qué, no reconocí a mi madre?". "Diste larespuesta equivocada", dijo la Esfinge. "Era laúnica respuesta acertada", respondió Edipo. "No",dijo ella."Cuando pregunté qué camina en cuatro patas a lamañana,dos al mediodía y tres al ocaso,...
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Gertrude Stein -I love my love with a v...-
2007-01-02 16:17:02
I love my love with a v...Gertrude Stein (EEUU, 1874?1946)I love my love with a vBecause it is like thatI love my love with a bBecause I am beside thatA king.I love my love with an aBecause she is a queenI love my love and a a is the best of themThink well and be a king,Think more and think againI love my love with a dress and a hatI love my love and not with this or with thatI love my love with a y because she is my brideI love her with a d because she is my love besideThank you for being thereNobody has to careThank you for being hereBecause you are not thereAmo a mi amor con v...Amo a mi amor con vporque así esamo a mi amor con bporque estoy cerca de aquelloun rey.Amo a mi amor con aporque es una reinaamo a mi amor y a es la mejor de ellospiénsalo bien y sé un rey,piénsalo más y piensa una vez másamo a mi amor con vestido y con sombreroamo a mi amor y no con esto o con aquelloamo a mi amor con y porque es mi prometidaámola con una d porque está mi amor al ladogracias por estar al...
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Gertrude Stein -Stanza II-
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Stanza IIGertrude Stein (EEUU, 1874?1946)I think very well of Susan but I do not know her nameI think very well of Ellen but which is not the sameI think very well of Paul I tell him not to do soI think very well of Francis Charles but do I do soI think very well of Thomas but I do not not do soI think very well of not very well of WilliamI think very well of any very well of himI think very well of him.It is remarkable how quickly they learnBut if they learn and it is very remarkable how quickly they learnIt makes not only but by and byAnd they can not only be not hereBut not thereWhich after all makes no differenceAfter all this does not make any does not make any differenceI add added it to it.I could rather be rather be here.Stanza IIPienso muy bien de Susan pero no sé su nombrePienso muy bien de Ellen pero lo que no es lo mismoPienso muy bien de Paul le digo que no lo hagaPienso muy bien de Francis Charles pero lo hagoPienso muy bien de Thomas pero no no lo hagoPienso muy bien ...
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Elizabeth Bishop
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Elizabeth Bish op (EEUU, 1902-1988)PoemasElizabeth Bishop -While someone telephones-Elizabeth Bishop -Rain towards morning-Elizabeth Bishop -The imaginary iceberg-Elizabeth Bishop -One art-Elizabeth Bishop -A miracle for breakfast-Elizabeth Bishop -Insomnia-Elizabeth Bishop -O breath-
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Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- IX. Your silence today
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Twenty-one Love Poems Adrienne Rich (1929 - )IX. Your silence today is a pond...Your silence today is a pond where drowned things liveI want to see raised dripping and brought into the sun.It's not my own face I see there, but other faces,even your face at another age.Whatever's lost there is needed by both of us - a watch of old gold, a water-blurred fever chart,a key...Even the silt and pebbles of the bottomdeserve their glint of recognition. I fear this silence,this inarticulate life. I'm waitingfor a wind that will gently open this sheeted waterfor once and show me what I can dofor you, who have often made the unnameablenameable for others, even for me.Veintiún Poemas de AmorIX. Tu silencio hoy es un pozo...Tu silencio hoy es un pozo donde moran sumergidos mundosque quiero levantar en ascuas y descubrir al sol.No es mi imagen lo que miro allí, sino otros rostros,incluso el tuyo, mudado por la edad.Necesitamos cuanto perdimos allí ?un reloj antiguo, un borroso registro de fiebr...
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Audre Lorde
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Audre Lord e (EEUU, 1934-1992)PoemasAudre Lorde -Who said it was simple-Audre Lorde -Woman-Audre Lorde -Memorial II-Audre Lorde -Generation II-

Audre Lorde -Memorial II-
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Memorial IIAudre Lord e (EEUU, 1934-1992)Genevievewhat are you seeingin my mirror this morningPeering out like a hungry birdFrom behind my eyesAre you seeking the shape of a girlI have grown less and less to resembleOr do you rememberI could never accept your face dyingI do not know you nowSurely your vision stayed stronger than mineGenevieve tell me where dead girlsWander after their summer.I wish I could see you againFar from me--evenBirdlike flying into the sunYour eyes are blinding me Genevieve.Memorial IIGenevievequé estás viendoen mi espejo esta mañanaasomándote como un pájaro hambrientodesde atrás de mis ojosestás buscando la forma de una chicaa quien me parezco cada vez menoso recordásque nunca pude aceptar tu cara agonizanteno te conozco ahoraseguramente tu visión se mantuvo más fuerte que la míaGenevieve decime por dónde pasean las chicas muertasdespués de su veranoquisiera poder verte de nuevolejos de mí -hastacomo un pájaro volando hacia el soltus ojos me están cegando Ge...
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Audre Lorde -Generation II-
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Generation IIAudre Lord e (EEUU, 1934-1992)A Black girlgoinginto the womendesiredand prayed forwalks aloneand afraidof boththeir angers.Generación IIUna chica Negraconvirtiéndoseen la mujerque su madredeseabay por la cual rezabacamina solay con miedode ambas irasVersión de Gabriela Adelstein
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Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- XX. That conversation
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Twenty-one Love Poems Adrienne Rich (1929 - )XX. That conversation we were always on the edge...That conversation we were always on the edgeof having, runs on in my head,at night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey lightpolluted water yet reflecting evensometimes the moonand I discern a womanI loved, drowning in secrets, fear wound round her throatand choking her like hair. And this is shewith whom I tried to speak, whose hurt, expressive headturning aside from pain, is dragged down deeperwhere it cannot hear me,and soon I shall know I was talking to my own soul.Veintiún Poemas de AmorXX. Aquella conversación que siempre estuvimos a punto...Aquella conversación que siempre estuvimos a puntoDe tener, está girando en mis pensamientos,Durante la noche el Hudson tiembla bajo las luces de Nueva JerseyEl agua contaminada reflejando también la lunaY yo distingo a una mujerQue amaba ahogándose en secretos, con una temible heridaAlrededor de su garganta que la rodea tal como los cabellos.Y esa ...
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Elizabeth Bishop -O breath-
2007-01-02 16:17:02
O breathElizabeth Bish op (EEUU, 1902-1988)Beneath that loved and celebrated breast,silent, bored really blindly veined,grieves, maybe lives and letslive, passes bets,something moving but invisibly,and with what clamor why restrainedI cannot fathom even a ripple.(See the thin flying of nine black hairsfour around one five the other nipple,flying almost intolerably on your own breath.)Equivocal, but what we have in common's bound to be there,whatever we must own equivalents for,something that maybe I could bargain withand make a separate peace beneathwithin if never with.Oh, respiro Debajo de ese amado y celebrado seno,Silente, realmente fastidiado jaspeado a ciegas,Se aflige, quizás vive y dejaVivir, pasa apuesta,Algo moviéndose pero invisiblemente,Y con qué clamor porqué refrenadoNo puedo entender siquiera un murmullo.(Ver el delgado vuelo de nueve cabellos negroscuatro alrededor de uno cinco el otro pezón,volando cas...
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Adrienne Rich
2007-01-02 16:17:02
Adrienne Rich (1929 - )PoemasAdrienne Rich -The burning of paper instead of children-Adrienne Rich -At a Bach concert-Adrienne Rich -I dream I'm the death of Orpheus-Adrienne Rich -A surviver-Adrienne Rich -Aunt Jennifer's Tigers-Adrienne Rich -Origins and history of consciousness-Adrienne Rich -An atlas of the difficult world- XIII. I know you are reading this poem...-Adrienne Rich -An atlas of the difficult world- XII.What homage will be paid...-Adrienne Rich -An atlas of the difficult world- II. Here is a map of our country...-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- The floating poem, unnumbered-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- XX. That conversation we were always on the edge...-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- XII. Sleeping, turning in turn like planets...-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- IX. Your silence today is a pond...-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- III. Since we're not young...-Adrienne Rich -Twenty-one Love Poems- II. I wake up in your bed...Adrienn...
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POETAS DE LENGUA INGLESA
2007-01-02 04:34:00
AHarold Acton // Fleur Adcock // Joseph Addison // Conrad Aiken // Mark Akenside //Richard Aldington // Pamela Alexander // Archie Randolph Ammons // Maya Angelou // Simon Armitage // Matthew Arnold // John Ashbery // Thomas Ashe // Margaret Atwood // W. H. Auden // Paul Auster // Sir Robert Ayton // BJohanna Baillie // Amiri Baraka // Anna Laetitia // Barbauld // John Barbour //Richard Barnefield // Djuna Barnes // William Barnes // James K. Baxter // Francis Beaumont // Samuel Beckett // Aphra Behn // Gwendolyn B. Bennett // John Berger // John Berryman // John Betjeman // Elizabeth Bishop // William Blake // Edmund Blunden // Wilfrid Scawen Blunt // Eavan Boland // Arna Wendell Bontemps // Marx Alexander Boyd // Anne Bradstreet // Nicholas Breton // Robert Bridges // Joseph Brodsky // Emily Brontë // Rupert Brooke // Gwendolyn Brooks // Sterling A. Brown // Thomas Edward Brown // William Browne // Elizabeth Barrett Browning // Robert Browning // Charles Bukowski // Basil Bunting ...
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Minnie Bruce Pratt -Elbows-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
ElbowsMinnie Bruce Pratt (EEUU, 1946- )Cover your arms.Don't let your elbowsshow.That's what my neighborsdown in Alabama telltheir daughtersso no elbowplump or thintan or pinkwill entice othersto passion.But if I thoughtmy scrawny, two-tonedelbows would lure youif I thoughtmy skinny, sharp-bonedelbows could secure youI'd flap my armslike a chickenlike a pea-fowllike a guinea henwhen next I saw youhoneyI'd rollup my sleeves andsinsinsin.CodosCúbrete los brazos.No dejes que tus codosse vean.Eso es lo que mis vecinosallá en Alabama dicena sus hijaspara que ningún codorelleno o delgadomoreno o rosadoincite a otrosa la pasión.Pero si pensaraque mis flacos, bicolorescodos fueran a atraertesi pensaraque mis enjutos, huesudoscodos pudieran retenerteagitaría los brazoscomo un pollocomo un pavo realcomo una gallina de guineacuando volviera a vertetesorome subiríalas mangas ypecaríapecaríapecaría.Versión de Joaquín Ibarburu y Walter Ch. Viegas
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T.S. Eliot -Four Quartets- The dry savages-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Four Quartet sThomas Stearns Eliot (Gran Bretaña, 1888-1965)The dry salvagesI do not know much about gods; but I think that the riverIs a strong brown god - sullen, untamed and intractable,Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier;Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce;The only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgottenBy the dwellers in cities - ever, however, implacable.Keeping his seasons, and rages, destroyer, reminderOf what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiatedBy worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroom,In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryard,In the smell of grapes on the autumn table,And the evening circle in the winter gaslight.The river is within us, the sea is all about us;The sea is the land's edge also, the granite,Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tossesIts hints of earlier and other creation:Th...
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Minnie Bruce Pratt
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Minnie Bruce Pratt (EEUU, 1946- )PoemasMinnie Bruce Pratt -Elbows-Minnie Bruce Pratt -Poem for my sons-Minnie Bruce Pratt -Years back, at the beach, with piles of shells...-
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Djuna Barnes -Discontent-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
DiscontentDjuna Barn es (EEUU, 1892-1982)Truly, when I pause and stop to thinkThat with an hempen rope I'll spool to bed,Aware that tears of mourners on the brinkAre merely spindrift of the shaken head,Then, as the squirrel quarreling his nut,I with my winter store am in dispute,For none will burrow in to share my bread.DescontentoEn verdad, cuando me paro a pensarQue con cuerda de cáñamo yaceré ovillada a la cama,Consciente de que las nacientes lágrimas de las plañiderasSon meras salpicaduras marinas de la agitada cabeza,Entonces, como la ardilla que pelea con su nuez,Con mi acopio para el invierno disputo mi territorio,Para que ninguno pueda hurgar dentro y compartir mi pan
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Audre Lorde -Who said it was simple-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Who said it was simpleAudre Lord e (EEUU, 1934-1992)There are so many roots to the tree of angerthat sometimes the branches shatterbefore they bear.Sitting in Nedicksthe women rally before they marchdiscussing the problematic girlsthey hire to make them free.An almost white counterman passesa waiting brother to serve them firstand the ladies neither notice nor rejectthe slighter pleasures of their slavery.But I who am bound by my mirroras well as my bedsee causes in coloras well as sexand sit here wonderingwhich me will surviveall these liberations.Quién dijo que era simpleTiene tantas raíces el árbol de la rabiaque a veces las ramas se quiebranantes de dar frutos.Sentadas en Nedickslas mujeres se reúnen antes de marcharhablando de las problemáticas muchachasque contratan para quedar libres.Un empleado casi blanco postergaa un hermano que espera para atenderlas primeroy las damas no advierten ni rechazanlos placeres más sutiles de su esclavitud.Pero yo que estoy limitada por mi espej...
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Djuna Barnes -Satires (The laying on of hands...)-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Satires (The laying on of hands...)Djuna Barn es (EEUU, 1892-1982)(The laying on of hands being taken off)There should be gardens in this parlament of fliesAnd this old fool, as he partakes of timeAs his gymnasium -will not surviveWhy should he, grave with her dreadMary, in labour with her dream,Spins Jesus in.Sátiras (Al retirar la Imposición...)(Al retirar la Imposición de manos).Tendría que haber jardines en este parlamentode moscasY este viejo tonto, mientras vive el tiempoComo si fuera su gimnasio -no sobrevivirá¿Por qué debe hacerlo?, grave en su terrorVuelve a Jesús hacia adentro.Versión de Osías Stutman y Rosa Lentini
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