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William Carlos Williams - Poema
William Carlos Williams - Poema
LLEGADA
Y sin embargo uno llega de algn modo,
se encuentra desabrochando los botones
de su vestido
en una habitacin desconocida-siente al otoo
gotear sus hojas de seda y lino
entre los tobillos de ella.
El cuerpo srdidamente venoso emerge
retorcido sobre s
CANCIN DE VERANO
Luna vagabunda
sonrindole con
apenas irona
a esta
maana de verano
brillante, hmeda de roco,una sonrisa
distante, de indiferencia
somnolienta,
una sonrisa de vagabunda, Si comprara
una camisa
de tu color y
me pusiera una corbata
azul-cielo
A dnde me llevaran?
VENTISCA
Cae la nieve:
aos de furia detrs de
horas que flotan perezosas-la ventisca
arrastra su peso
ms y ms hondo por tres das
o sesenta aos, eh? Despus
el sol! una maraa de
copos azules y amarillos-rboles que parecen hirsutos
sobresalen en los callejones largos
por encima de una soledad salvaje.
El hombre se da vuelta y all -su huella solitaria extendida
sobre el mundo.
DOLENCIA
Me llaman y yo voy.
El camino est helado
pasada la medianoche, un polvo
de nieve preso
en las huellas rgidas de los autos.
La puerta se abre.
Sonro, entro y
me sacudo el fro.
He aqu a una mujer enorme
en su lado de la cama.
Est enferma,
quizs vomita,
quizs est pariendo
a su dcimo hijo. Alegra! Alegra!
La noche es un cuarto
oscurecido para los amantes,
a travs de las persianas el sol
pasa una aguja de oro!
Le aparto el pelo de la cara
y miro su miseria
con compasin.
DESTRUCCIN COMPLETA
Era un da helado.
Enterramos a la gata,
despus agarramos la caja
y la prendimos fuego
en el patio de atrs.
A esas pulgas que escaparon
de la tierra y del fuego
las mat el fro.
POSTLUDIO
RBOLES DE INVIERNO
Todos los detalles complicados
del ataviarse
y desataviarse estn completos!
Una luna lquida
avanza suavemente entre
las ramas largas.
Habiendo preparado as sus brotes
contra un viento seguro
los rboles sabios
duermen de pie en el fro.
A Love Song
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light
Arrival
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom-feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !
Summer Song
Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer's smile,
if I should
buy a shirt
Blizzard
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down -the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes -Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there -his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
Complaint
They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one golden needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch her misery
with compassion.
Complete Destruction
It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.
Postlude
Now that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
That sleep utterly.
Give me hand for the dances,
Ripples at Philae, in and out,
And lips, my Lesbian,
Wall flowers that once were flame.
Your hair is my Carthage
And my arms the bow,
And our words arrows
To shoot the stars
Who from that misty sea
Swarm to destroy us.
But you there beside me
Oh, how shall I defy you,
Who wound me in the night
With breasts shining
Like Venus and like Mars?
Winter Trees
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.