20.4.08

Y a veces...

And sometimes through the air descends a dust
blown from the scentless desert of dead time
that whispers: Do not put your trust
in the flesh, or colour, or sense, or shape,
this that I am you cannot gather in rhyme,
for once I was all
that you can name a child, a woman, a flower,
and here escape
from all that was to all,
lost beyond loss.
So in the air I toss
remembrance and rememberer all confused
in a light fume, the last power used,
the last from found,
and child and woman and flower
invisibly fall through the air on the living ground.

-Edwin Muir

3 comentarios:

Fundador dijo...

adoro (y esto lo digo con el corazon en la mano) eso de "cartas de amor ligeramente amenazantes"

y el poema me recuerda a ruy: la luna, el sol, un poema y una flor; una abeja me pico..... seria imposible continuar

Miss Mac Lovegood dijo...

Nunca-nunca intentes competir con Ruy y sus poemas!

the man with a beard but no hair dijo...

los poemas de Ruy rox! no, nadie puede competir con ellos, o bueno, la neta el q escribiste la vez pasada medio se le acercaba, pero no se...