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Djuna Barnes -A victim is a state of decline-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
A victim is a state of decline Djuna Barn es (1892-1982)There's that truth that only victims savour,When it be young, and raining yet all over,The crushing of the medlar quince on the tongueRuptures the mouth, however-In some vigil of the earth,With some greater theme imbuedAnd some deal later-But in some spaddle of the earthAnd with some subtler theme imbued,The victor brings the victim, his Mother.Wrapped in stealth,Bucked down and whack'd about in slaughter (laughter)Walking his bones away into himself.Una víctima es un estado de declinación Hay esa verdad que sólo la víctima saborea,Cuando es joven, y aún toda impregnada de lluvia,El triturar la pulpa del níspero en la lenguaQue, sin embargo, deshace la boca-En una vigilia de la tierraImbuida de algún tema más importanteY algún acuerdo más tardío-Pero en una palada de la tierraY de algún tema sutil imbuida,El vencedor ofrece a la víctima, su Madre.Ataviado de sigilo,Doblegado y sacudido por la carnicería (la risa)Camina alejand...
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Djuna Barnes -Discant-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
DiscantDjuna Barn es (1892-1982)His mother said(Who long since in her mother is been hid)"I am the birth-place and the dead.""Indeed" he said"Let it be done,Let us give our tigers, each one to the other one."DiscanteSu madre dijo(La que se ocultó mucho tiempo en su madre)"Yo soy el lugar del nacimiento y los muertos.""En efecto" dijo él"Que así sea;Cedamos cada uno al otro nuestro tigre."Versión de Osías Stutman i Rosa Lentini
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T.S. Eliot
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Thomas Stearns Elio t (Gran Bretaña, 1888-1965)PoemasT.S. Eliot -Marina-T.S. Eliot -Old Deuteronomy-T.S. Eliot -The Rum Tum Tugger-T.S. Eliot -The naming of cats-T.S. Eliot -The wind sprang up at four...-T.S. Eliot -Morning at the window-T.S. Eliot -Inside the gloom-T.S. Eliot -Usk-T.S. Eliot -New Hampshire-T.S. Eliot -Sweeney among the nightingales-T.S. Eliot -The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock-T.S. Eliot -Conversation galante-T.S. Eliot -Eyes that last I saw in tears-T.S. Eliot -The hollow men-T.S. Eliot -Four Quartets- The dry savages-T.S. Eliot -Four Quartets- East Cocker-T.S. Eliot -Four Quartets- Little gidding-T.S. Eliot -Journey of the magi-T.S. Eliot -Murder in the cathedral-T.S. Eliot -A song for Simeon-T.S. Eliot -La figlia che piange-T.S. Eliot -Mr. Apollinax-T.S. Eliot -Choruses from the rock-T.S. Eliot -The death of Saint Narcissus-T.S. Eliot -A note on war poetry-T.S. Eliot -Rhapsody on a windy night-T.S. Eliot -The cultivation of Christmas trees-T.S. Eliot -Death by ...

Raymond Carver
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Raymond Carver (1939-1988)PoemasRaymond Carver -The cobweb-Raymond Carver -The scratch-Raymond Carver -Late fragment-Raymond Carver -Your dog dies-Raymond Carver -Fear-
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Audre Lorde -Woman-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
WomanAudre Lord e (EEUU, 1934-1992)I dream of a place between your breaststo build my house like a havenwhere I plant cropsin your bodyan endless harvestwhere the commonest rockis moonstone and ebony opalgiving milk to all of my hungersand your night comes down upon melike a nurturing rain.MujerSueño con un lugar entre tus pechos para construir mi casa como un refugiodonde siembroen tu cuerpouna cosecha infinitadonde la roca más comúnes piedra de la Luna y ópalo ébanoque da leche a todos mis deseosy tu noche cae sobre mícomo una lluvia que nutre.Versión de Joaquín Ibarburu
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Djuna Barnes
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Djuna Barn es (1892-1982)PoemasDjuna Barnes -Verse-Djuna Barnes -Transfiguration-Djuna Barnes -Ah, my God!-Djuna Barnes -Twilight of the Illicit-Djuna Barnes -The dreamer-Djuna Barnes -Discontent-Djuna Barnes -Satires (The laying on of hands...)-Djuna Barnes -A victim is a state of decline-Djuna Barnes -As cried (And others ask...)-Djuna Barnes -A una de otro humor-Djuna Barnes -Discant-
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Djuna Barnes -As cried (And others ask...)-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
As cried (And others ask...)Djuna Barn es (1892-1982)And others ask, "What's it to be possessedOf one you cannot keep, she being old?"There is no robin in my eye to build a nestFor any bride who shakes against the cold,Nor is there a claw that would arrestI keep the hoof from stepping on her breath-The ravelled clue that dangles crock by a thread,Who hooked her to the underworld. I saidin a breathI keep a woman, as all do,feeding death.Llorado (Y otros preguntan?)Y otros preguntan. ¿Cómo es ser poseídaPor una que no puedes retener, al ser ella vieja?No hay pájaro en mi ojo construyendo un nidoPara una novia que tiembla contra el frío,Ni hay allí una garra que pueda detenerla-Yo evito que la pezuña pise su aliento-La enmarañada señal que cuelga ensuciando un hilo,El que la une al mundo terrenal. Yo contestéen un suspiroMantengo una mujer, como todos lo hacen,nutriendo la muerte.Versión de Osías Stutman y Rosa Lentini.
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T.S. Eliot -Four Quartets- East Cocker-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
Four QuartetsThomas Stearns Eliot (Gran Bretaña, 1888-1965)East Cock er In my beginning is my end. In successionHouses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their placeIs an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earthWhich is already flesh, fur and faeces,Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.Houses live and die: there is a time for buildingAnd a time for living and for generationAnd a time for the wind to break the loosened paneAnd to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trotsAnd to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.In my beginning is my end. Now the light fallsAcross the open field,, leaving the deep laneShuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,And the deep lane insists on the directionInto the village, in the elctric heatHypnotised. In a warm haze the sultry lightIs absorbed, ...
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Djuna Barnes -A una de otro humor-
2007-01-02 04:16:01
To one in another moodDjuna Barn es (1892-1982)O dear beloved, shall I not go backFrom gazing you always with wet eyes,And mournful kisses from these lips where liesMore honey than your aloes? Must I crackStill darker herbs, and sighing keep the trackWith feigned lamenting and with fearful cries,Slow twining you about with blasphemiesBecause I would be dancing? Nay, I lackThe needed dull intoning of despair.Nor in me echoes your too sombre mood,Nor is it in my heart. Nor anywhereWithin my flesh the very flesh you wooed.Then wherefore shall I loose my braided hairHiding my eyes, pretending that I brood?A una de otro humor¿Oh amada querida, debería dejarDe mirarte, siempre con ojos húmedos,Y quejumbrosos besos de estos labios donde yaceMás miel que en tus áloes? ¿Debería romperAún más oscuras hierbas, y suspirando no perder de vistaCon fingida lamentación y gritos temerosos,Rodeándote lentamente con blasfemiasPorque estaría bailando? No, me faltaLa necesaria torpe salmodia de la desesp...
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Minnie Bruce Pratt -Years back, at the beach, with piles of
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Years back, at the beach, with piles of shells...Minnie Bruce Pratt (EEUU, 1946- )Years back, at the beach, with piles of shellsIn our laps, with the first final separation on us,One asked: How do we know you won?t forget us?I told them how they had moved in my womb: eachDistinct, the impatient older, the steady younger.I said: I can never forget you. You moved inside me.I meant: The sound of your blood crossed into mine.Años atrás, en la playa, con pilas de caracoles...Años atrás, en la playa, con pilas de caracolesEn nuestros regazos, con la primera separacion final sobre nosotros,Uno de ellos pregunto: Como sabemos que no nos vas a olvidar?Les dije como se habian movido en mi vientre: cada unoDiferente el mayor, impaciente el menor, reposado.Dije: Jams puedo olvidarlos. Se movieron dentro mio.Quise decir: El sonido de sus sangres paso a la mia.Versión de Carlos Schroeder
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Minnie Bruce Pratt -Poem for my sons-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Poem for my sons Minnie Bruce Pratt (EEUU, 1946- )When you were born, all the poets I knewwere men, dads eloquent on their sleepingbabes and the future: Coleridge at midnight,Yeats' prayer that his daughter lack opinions,his son be high and mighty, think, and act.You've read the new father's loud eloquence,fiery sparks written in a silent housebreathing with the mother's exhausted sleep.When you were born, my first, what I thought wasmilk: my breasts sore, engorged, but not enoughwhen you woke. With you, my youngest, I did notthink: my head unraised for three days, mind-deadfrom waist-down anesthetic labor, saddleblock, no walking either.Your father was thenthe poet I'd ceased to be when I got married.It's taken me years to write this to you.I had to make a future, willful, voluble,lascivious, a thinker, a long walker,unstruck transgressor, furious, shouting,voluptuous, a lover, a smeller of blood,milk, a woman mean as she can be some nights,existence I could pray to, capable ...
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Paul Muldoon
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Paul Muldoon (Ireland, 1951- )PoemasPaul Muldoon -The Coney-Paul Muldoon -The sightseers-Paul Muldoon -The sonogram-Paul Muldoon -The frog-Paul Muldoon -Wind and tree-Paul Muldoon -Hedgehog-Paul Muldoon -Why Brownlee left-
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John Deane -Silence-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
SilenceJohn Dean e (Ireland, 1943- )I was watching for the flight pastof a comet that would not pass againin over a thousand years; I sawonly the stars and once the steadyunremarkable progress of someman-made scrap-heap drifting across the sky;but I was satisfied, awed once moreby the unaccountable night.Somewhere in earth-darkness a dogbarked and fell silent. I inhaledstars and quiet and my own minuscule standingon the rim of the world, how the silencethat stretched before the music of the sphereswould have been an orchestra tuning up,a strife of instruments before the symphony's greatknock-on-the-door, or how the prolongedvegetable and animal quiet utterly failedwhen a human voice screamed from behind a hill.SilencioEstaba esperando el paso de un cometaque no volvería a pasaren más de mil años; visólo las estrellas y en un momentoel avance anodino y regular de alguna chatarra,hecha por el hombre, que atravesaba el cielo;pero estaba satisfecho, pasmado una vez máspor la noche inesc...
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Dylan Thomas
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Dylan Thom as (1914-1953)PoemasDylan Thomas -Under milk wood-Dylan Thomas -Prologue-Dylan Thomas -Into her lying down head-Dylan Thomas -The hunchback in the park-Dylan Thomas -Unluckily for a death-Dylan Thomas -All all and all the dry worlds lever-Dylan Thomas -I dreamed my genesis-Dylan Thomas -I fellowed sleep...-Dylan Thomas -Light breaks where no sun shines-Dylan Thomas -In the beginning-Dylan Thomas -When, like a running grave-Dylan Thomas -Our eunuch dreams-Dylan Thomas -Especially when the October wind-Dylan Thomas -My hero bares his nerves-Dylan Thomas -In my craft or sullen art-Dylan Thomas -Before I Knocked-Dylan Thomas -Prayer-Dylan Thomas -My world is pyramid-Dylan Thomas -This bread I break...-Dylan Thomas -Where once the waters of your face-Dylan Thomas -Out of the sighs-Dylan Thomas -If I were tickled by the rub of love-Dylan Thomas -Elegy-Dylan Thomas -When once the twilight locks no longer-Dylan Thomas -In the white giant's thigh-Dylan Thomas -Lament-Dylan Thomas ...
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Craig G. Harris -Deliverance-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
DeliveranceCraig G. Harris (EEUU, 1958-1991)to Jeffrey Dahmer *I'dont know whybut i'm feeling so sadI long to try something I've never hadNever had no kissin', what I been missin'Loverman, oh where can you be? **That's what their eyes sang to mewhen they stared into mine.All those young, colored faggotswore their loneliness asa reeking, putrid odor,and I breathed it inlet it tingle in my nostrils,let it ignite the fires in my blood.I was chosen to offer themthe thing they never had.Now,Newsweek,Time, Inside Edition,and every newspaper acrossthis forsaken land features my faceand they tell the tale thatI'm the Devil himself.But the Devil would neverhave been askindas I was.I called my attorney a foolfor playing that plea of insanity,knowing any number of jurors intheir right mindscould ever believe meinsane.I knew exactly what I was doing.No one -no one- thought Abrahaminsanefor preparing to carve up his sonand offer him a burnt, a burnt! Sacriface,claimingthe voice of Godorde...
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Richard Murphy
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Richard Murphy (Irlanda, 1927)PoemasRichard Murphy -Amazement-
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Richard Murphy -Amazement-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
AmazementRich ard Murphy (Irlanda, 1927)These are the justWho kill unjustly men they call unjust.These are the pure in heartWho see God smeared in excrement on walls.These are the patriotsWho starve to give the ravening media food.These are the martyrsWho die for a future buried in the past.These are the sacrificeA word imprisoned and a word could save.AsombroEstos son los justosQue matan injustamente a hombres a quienes llaman injustos.Estos son los puros de corazónQue ven a Dios en las paredes manchadas de excremento.Estos son los patriotasQue se mueren de hambre por dar comida a los rapaces periodistas.Estos son los mártiresQue se mueren por un futuro enterrado en el pasado.Estos son el sacrificioQue una palabra encarceló y que una palabra podría salvar.Versión de Jorge Fonderbrider
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Dylan Thomas -Clown in the moon-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Clown in the moon Dylan Thom as (1914-1953)My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream.Payaso en la lunaMis lagrimas caen suavemente como los pétalosde alguna rosa mágica.Y todo mi dolor fluye del espacio abiertode firmamentos y nieves imposibles de recordar.Creo, que si acariciara la tierra,ésta se desintegraría;sí, todo es tan triste y tan bello,tan trémulo como en un sueño.Versión de Esteban Moore
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John Deane
2007-01-01 22:15:02
John Dean e (Ireland, 1943- )PoemasJohn Deane -Silence-John Deane -Officium-
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Allen Ginsberg -Manhattan thirties flash-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Manhattan thirties flashAllen Ginsberg (1926 - 1997)Long stone street inanimate, repetitivemachine Crash cookie-cuttingdynamo rows of soulless replica Similitudesbrooding tank-like in ArmyDepotsExactly the same exactly the same exactlythe same with no purpose butGrimness& overwhelming force of robot obsession,our slaves are not alive& we become their sameness as theysurround us ? the long stone streetsinanimate,crows of executive secretaries alightingfrom subway 8:30 A.M.bloodflow in cells thru elevator arteries &stairway glands to typewriterconsciousnessCon Ed skyscraper clock-head gleaminggold-lit at sun dusk.Flash de los años treinta en Manhattan Largas calles de piedra inanimadas, repetitivo Choquede máquinas cortando galletasfilas de dinamos de réplicas sin alma Similitudes recomiéndosecomo tanques en Almacenes del EjércitoExactamente iguales, exactamente iguales, exactamenteiguales, sin más propósito que ser sombríasy aplastante fuerza la de la obsesión de los robots, ...
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Sylvia Plath
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Sylvia Plat h (1932-1963)PoemasSilvia Plath -The applicant-Silvia Plath -The disquieting Muses-Silvia Plath -Snakecharmer-Silvia Plath -Words-Silvia Plath -The rival-Silvia Plath -Mirror-Silvia Plath -I Want, I Want-Silvia Plath -Mad girl's love song-Silvia Plath -Mussel hunter at Rock Harbour-Silvia Plath -Last words-Silvia Plath -Lesbos-Silvia Plath -Years-Silvia Plath -Edge-Silvia Plath -Ariel-Silvia Plath -Tale of a tub-Silvia Plath -Fever 103º-Silvia Plath -The moon and the yew tree-Silvia Plath -Tulips-Silvia Plath -The hanging man-Silvia Plath -Elm-Silvia Plath -Poppies in July-Silvia Plath -Man in Black-Silvia Plath -The Colossus-Silvia Plath -Lorelei-Silvia Plath -Daddy-Silvia Plath -Child-Silvia Plath -The Night Dances-Silvia Plath -Nick and the candlestick-Silvia Plath -Lady Lazarus-Silvia Plath -I am vertical-
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John Deane -Officium-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
OfficiumJohn Dean e (Ireland, 1943- )Spare me Lord for my days burn off like dew.What is man that you should magnify him;why do you tender towards him your heart of love?You visit him at dawn, touching him with dreams,whisper to him at dusk, while the swings still shiftand soft rain falls on the abandoned frames.Why have you made him contrary to youthat he learn baseness, anger and defeatswallowing his own saliva in sudden dread?Can you erase his sins, like chalk-marks,or place your angels as a fence about him?The trees dreep softly, the attendants are gone home.Today I will lie down in sand, and if tomorrowyou come in search of me, I am no moreOfficiumDispénsame Señor por mis días consumidos como rocío.¿Qué es el hombre para que lo exaltes;por qué le ofreces compasivo tu corazón de amor?Lo visitas al alba, tocándolo con sueños,le susurras en el crepúsculo, mientras los columpios se mecen todavíay la llovizna cae sobre las armazones abandonadas.¿Por qué lo has hecho tan contrario a ...

Silvia Plath -The applicant-
2007-01-01 22:15:02
The applicantSilvia Plat h (EEUU 1932-1963)First, are you our sort of a person?Do you wearA glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,A brace or a hook,Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? ThenHow can we give you a thing?Stop crying.Open your hand.Empty? Empty. Here is a handTo fill it and willingTo bring teacups and roll away headachesAnd do whatever you tell it.Will you marry it?It is guaranteedTo thumb shut your eyes at the endAnd dissolve of sorrow.We make new stock from the salt.I notice you are stark naked.How about this suit----Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.Will you marry it?It is waterproof, shatterproof, proofAgainst fire and bombs through the roof.Believe me, they'll bury you in it.Now your head, excuse me, is empty.I have the ticket for that.Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.Well, what do you think of that ?Naked as paper to startBut in twenty-five years she'll be silver,In fifty, gold.A living doll, everywhere you look.It ca...
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Craig G. Harris
2007-01-01 22:15:02
Craig G. Harris (EEUU, 1958-1991)PoemasCraig G. Harris -Deliverance-
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Rudyard Kipling -To be a man-
2007-01-01 10:14:07
To be a manRudy ard Kipling (1865-1936)If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal with lies,Or being hated don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;If you can dream --and not make dreams your master;If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim,If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors the same:If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out-tools;If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginnings,And never breath a word about your loss:If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn ...
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Rudyard Kipling -The second jungle book- The law of the jung
2007-01-01 10:14:07
The second jungle bookRudy ard Kipling (1865-1936)The law of the jungleNow this is the Law of the Jungle ? as old and as true as the sky;And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back ?For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep. The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,Remember the Wolf is a hunter ? go forth and get food of thine own.Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle ? the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear;And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair. When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,Lie down till the leaders have spoken ? it may be fair words shall prevail. When ye fight with a Wolf of th...
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Rudyard Kipling -The second jungle book- Night-Song in the J
2007-01-01 10:14:07
The second jungle bookRudyard Kipling (1865-1936)Night -Song in the Jungle Now Rann, the Kite, brings home the nightThat Mang, the Bat, sets free ?The herds are shut in byre and hut,For loosed till dawn are we.This is the hour of pride and power,Talon and tush and claw.Oh, hear the call! ?Good hunting allThat keep the Jungle Law! El segundo libro de la selvaCanción nocturna en la selva Los hermanos de MowgliDesata a la noche Mang, el murciélago;en sus alas acarréala Rann, el milano;duerme en el corral la vacaday de corderos duerme el atajo;tras las reforzadas cercas se escondenpues hasta el amanecer con libertad vagamos.Orgullo y fuerza, zarpazo pronto,prudente silencio: es nuestra hora.¡Resuena el grito! ¡Para el que observala ley que amamos, caza abundante!
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Rudyard Kipling -Hunting-song of the Seeonee pack-
2007-01-01 10:14:07
The second jungle bookRudy ard Kipling (1865-1936)Hunting -song of the Seeonee pack As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur beliedOnce, twice, and again!And a doe leaped up?and a doe leaped upFrom the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.This I, scouting alone, beheld,Once, twice, and again!As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur beliedOnce, twice, and again!And a wolf stole back ? and a wolf stole backTo carry the word to the waiting Pack ;And we sought and we found and we bayed on his trackOnce, twice, and again!As the dawn was breaking the Wolf-pack yelledOnce, twice, and again!Feet in the jungle that leave no mark!Eyes that can see in the dark ? the dark!Tongue?give tongue to it! Hark! O Hark!Once, twice, and again!El segundo libro de la selvaCanción de Caza de la Manada de SeeoneeYa el sambhur baló al amanecer¡una vez, dos veces, tres!Saltó un gamo, un gamo saltódel lago, do va el ciervo a beber.Lo pude ver yo, yo solo en acecho,¡una vez, dos veces, tres!Ya el sambhur baló al amanec...
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Rudyard Kipling -The second jungle book- Kaa?s hunting-
2007-01-01 10:14:07
The second jungle bookRudy ard Kipling (1865-1936)Kaa's huntingHis spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo?s pride ?Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.If ye find that the Bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;Ye need not stop work to inform us: we knew it ten seasons before.Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother.?There is none like to me!? says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;But the Jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still. Maxims of BalooEl segundo libro de la selvaLa Caza de KaaDel leopardo orgullo son sus manchas, honor del búfalo son sus cuernos.¡Limpio! Pues del que caza se juzga a fuerza por el color de su piel.Si acaso el toro te embiste y aterra, o una cornada del ...
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Rudyard Kipling -The second jungle book- Road-song of the Ba
2007-01-01 10:14:07
The second jungle bookRudy ard Kipling (1865-1936)Road-song of the Bandar-logHere we go in a flung festoon,Half-way up to the jealous moon!Don?t you envy our pranceful bands?Don?t you wish you had extra hands?Wouldn?t you like if your tails were ? so ?Curved in the shape of a Cupid?s bow?Now you?re angry, but ? never mind,Brother, thy toil hangs down behind!Here we sit in a branchy row,Thinking of beautiful things we know;Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,All complete, in a minute or two ?Something noble and grand and good,Won by merely wishing we could.Now we?re going to ? never mind,Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!All the talk we ever have heardUttered by bat or beast or bird ?Hide or fin or scale or feather ?Jabber it quickly and all together!Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!Now we are talking just like men.Let?s pretend we are . . . never mind,Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!This is the way of the Monkey-kind.Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,...
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