Ultimos Posts 1. 01/01/2007 22:34 - POETAS DE LENGUA INGLESA A Harold 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 // B Johanna Baillie // Amiri Baraka // Anna Laetitia // Barbauld // John Barbour /... 2. 20/05/2006 00:37 - Conrad Aiken -Meeting- Meeting Conrad (Potter) Aiken (1889-1978) Conrad AikenWhy do I look at you? Why do I touch you? What do I seek in you, woman, That I should to meet you again? Why must I sound once more your abysmal anothingnees, And draw up only pain? Hard, hard, I stare at you watery ayes; yet am not convinced, Now no more than ever before, That they are only two mirrors reflecting the sky?s blan... 3. 16/05/2006 00:39 - Richard Aldington -Evening- Evening Richard Aldington (England, 1892-1962) The chimneys, rank on rank, Cut the clear sky; The moon With a rag of gauze about her loins Poses among them, an awkward Venus? And here am I looking wantonly at her Over the kitchen sink. Anochecer Las chimeneas, hilera a hilera, cortan el claro cielo; la luna, con un jirón de gasa en su cintura posa entre ellos, una torpe Venus? Y aq... 4. 16/05/2006 00:36 - Richard Aldington -Sunsets- Sunsets Richard Aldington (England, 1892-1962) The white body of the evening Is torn into scarlet, Slashed and gouged and seared Into crimson, And hung ironically With garlands of mist. And the wind Blowing over London from Flanders Has a bitter taste. Puestas de sol El cuerpo blanco del atardecer se desgarra y se vuelve escarlata, tajeado y drenado y desecado hasta volverse carmes... 5. 16/05/2006 00:30 - Richard Aldington -Living sepulchres- Living sepulchres Richard Aldington (England, 1892-1962) One frosty night when the guns were still I leaned against the trench Making for myself hokku Of the moon and flowers and of the snow. But the ghostly scurrying of huge rats Swollen with feeding upon men?s flesh Filled me with shrinking dread. Sepulcros vivientes Una noche fría cuando los cañones estaban quietos me recosté co... |
