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Rita Dove reading her poem Prose in a Small Space
2007-10-08 22:53:00 What's the difference between fiction and poetry? A few more authors weigh in:“In the novel or short story you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.”-- May Sarton “I like the fiction writer’s feeling of being able to confront an experience and resolve it as art, however imperfectly and briefly – to give it a form and try to embody it – to hold it and express it in a story’s terms. You have more chance to try it in a novel. A short story is confined to one mood, to which everything in the story pertains. Characters, setting, time, events, are all subject to the mood. And you can try more ephemeral, more fleeting things in a story – you can work more by suggestion – than in a novel. Less is resolved, more is suggested, perhaps.”-- Eudora Welty“It is the difference between a diamond and an elephant…Poetry to me is more organic, more passionate, more spiritual, more intense. Fiction is about time – what happens if you make one or another choice. What...
By: Shiva's Arms
Rita Dove
2007-01-03 10:19:01 Rita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )PoemasRita Dove -Geometry-Rita Dove -Song-Rita Dove -Persephone, falling-Rita Dove -Demeter's prayer to Hades-Rita Dove -American smooth-
By: Poemas en ingles
Rita Dove -Geometry-
2007-01-03 10:19:01 GeometryRita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )I prove a theorem and the house expands:the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling,the ceiling floats away with a sigh.As the walls clear themselves of everythingbut transparency, the scent of carnationsleaves with them. I am out in the openand above the windows have hinged into butterflies,sunlight glinting where they've intersected.They are going to some point true and unproven.GeometraDemuestro un teorema y la casa se expande:las ventanas se sacuden para volar libremente cerca al techo,el techo flota lejos con un suspiro.Cuando las paredes se liberan de todomenos de la transparencia, el olor de claveles,se va con ellas. Yo estoy afuera al aire librey arriba las ventanas se han convertido en mariposas,luz del sol que brilla donde se interceptan.van a algn lugar verdadero e improbado.Versin de Ral Jaime Gaviria
By: Poemas en ingles
Rita Dove -Song-
2007-01-03 10:19:01 SongRita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )When I was young, the moon spoke in riddlesand the stars rhymed. I was a new toywaiting for my owner to pick me up.When I was young, I ran the day to it's knees.There were trees to swing on, crickets for capture.I was narrowly sweet, infinitely cruel,tongued in honey and coddled in milk,sunburned and silvery ans scabbed like a colt.And the world was already old.And I was older than I am today.La tonadillaCuando yo era joven, la luna habl en acertijosy las estrellas rimaron. Yo era un nuevo jugueteesperando ser recogido por mi dueo.Cuando yo era joven, puse al da de rodillas al correr.Haba rboles por mecerse, grillos por atrapar.Era apenas dulce, infinitamente cruel,seductora y mimada en leche,quemada por el sol y plateada y costrosa como un potro.Y el mundo ya era viejo.Y yo era ms vieja que lo que soy hoy.Versin de Ral Jaime Gaviria
By: Poemas en ingles
Rita Dove -Persephone, falling-
2007-01-03 10:19:01 Persephone, fallingRita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )One narcissus among the ordinary beautifulflowers, one unlike all the others! She pulled,stooped to pull harder?when, sprung out of the earthon his glittering terriblecarriage, he claimed his due.It is finished. No one heard her.No one! She had strayed from the herd.(Remember: go straight to school.This is important, stop fooling around!Don't answer to strangers. Stickwith your playmates. Keep your eyes down.)This is how easily the pitopens. This is how one foot sinks into the ground.Persfone, cayndoseUn asfdelo en medio de hermosasflores comunes una flor como ninguna otra! Ella hal,se inclin para halar con ms fuerza...cuando, saliendo fuera de la tierraen su reluciente y terrible carruajel exigi su pago.Todo termin. Nadie la oy.Nadie! Ella se haba desviado de la manada.(Recuerda: ve derecho a la escuela.Esto es importante, djate de tonteras!No contestes a extraos. Mantentecon tus compaeros de juegos. Mantn tus ojos en e...
By: Poemas en ingles
Rita Dove -Demeter's prayer to Hades-
2007-01-03 10:19:01 Demeter's prayer to HadesRita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )This alone is what I wish for you: knowledge.To understand each desire has an edge,to know we are responsible for the liveswe change. No faith comes without cost,no one believes anything without dying.Now for the first timeI see clearly the trail you planted,what ground opened to waste,though you dreamed a wealthof flowers.There are no curses -- only mirrorsheld up to the souls of gods and mortals.And so I give up this fate, too.Believe in yourself,go ahead -- see where it gets you.Oracin de Demter para HadesSlo esto deseo para ti, el conocimiento.Entender que cada deseo tiene un lmite,para saber en que medida somos responsables de las vidasque cambiamos. Ninguna fe viene sin costo,nadie cree sin morir.Ahora, por primera vezveo claramente el sendero que plantaste,qu tierra se abri para dilapidarse,aunque soaste con una riquezade flores.No existen maldiciones - slo espejossostenidos en las almas de dioses y mortales.Y entonces...
By: Poemas en ingles
Rita Dove -American smooth-
2007-01-03 10:19:01 American smoothRita Dove (EEUU, 1952- )We were dancing--it must havebeen a foxtrot or a waltz,something romantic butrequiring restraint,rise and fall, preciseexecution as we movedinto the next song withoutstopping, two chests heavingabove a seven-leaguestride?such perfect agonyone learns to smile through,ecstatic mimicrybeing the sine qua nonof American Smooth.And because I was distractedby the effort ofkeeping my frame(the leftward lean, head turnedjust enough to gaze outpast your ear and alwayssmiling, smiling),I didn't noticehow still you'd become untilwe had done it(for two measures?four?)--achieved flight,that swift and serenemagnificence,before the earthremembered who we wereand brought us down.Terso americanoBailbamos; debi habersido un fox trot o un vals,algo romntico, peroque peda discrecin:pleamar y bajamar,ejecucin precisa al deslizarnosa la siguiente pieza sin parar,dos pechos jadeantes alzndosepara dar una zancadade siete leguas: agona tan perfectaque uno apre...
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