lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011
The Laughing Thrush
O nameless joy of the morning
tumbling upward note by note out of
the night
and the hush of the dark valley
and out of whatever has not been
there
song unquestioning and unbounded
yes this is the place and the one
time
in the whole of before and after
with all of memory waking into it
and the lost visages that hover
around the edge of sleep
constant and clear
and the words that lately have fallen
silent
to surface among the phrases of some future
if there is a future
here is where they all sing the first
daylight
whether or not there is anyone
listening
—W.S. Merwin (Galardonado dos veces con
del premio Pulitzer)
Alguien me preguntó una vez por qué era importante la poesía. Quizas si leyera a Merwin hallaría la respuesta.
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