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Modernidad

Современность

He cerrado la Ilíada y me he asomado al balcón,
–aún temblaba la última palabra entre mis labios–
a lo lejos brillaba la luna…o un farol;
y la sombra de un guarda se movía despacio.

¡Cuántas veces miré con gesto desafiante;
y hubo tantas miradas que me dieron respuesta!;
vi a muchos odiseos en los barcos mercantes;
tantos agamenones en oscuras tabernas…

Lejos, en la Siberia, donde azota el ventisco,
los mamuts se congelan entre hielos de plata:
estremece las nieves su dolor retenido
y se inflaman los cielos con su sangre encarnada.

Este libro me apena, y la luna me abate:
quizá hoy no sea un héroe lo que me reconforte;
mientras, por la alameda, bajan dos colegiales,
cogidos de la mano: y son Dafnis y Cloe.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Тамара Вардомская
    Modernity
  • Греческий
    Дмитрий Б. Триантафиллидис
    Η εποχή μας

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