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Soy algo tolerante con las cosas...

Я вежлив с жизнью современною...

Soy algo tolerante con las cosas,
los modos y maneras de estos días.
Mas debo confesar que justo aquello
que cubren de sarcasmos e ironías

un trueno es en mi alma como el bronce.
Victoria, gloria, hazaña son palabras,
son voces del Señor en el desierto,
que – dicen – suenan pálidas, gastadas.

Mas cuando intrusa se asentó en mi casa
la muelle suavidad de lo moderno,
yo quise al fin volar como la flecha
del arco de Nimrod o el bronce heleno.

Soy hombre circunspecto y algo seco,
y no soy, por lo tanto, un héroe trágico,
mas este baratillo de muñecos
me enfada como al idolo metálico

que vio muchas cabezas inclinadas,
grandiosas oraciones, sacerdotes
temblando de emoción, fieras tormentas
en el bosque nocturno desatadas.

Ahora ve con sorna el siempre inmóvil
y sólito jardín con un columpio,
una dama de pecho exuberante,
un músico-pastor y un caramillo.

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They have crowded around me - why? - like thieves / in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark. / Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks, / they have come for some cruel vengeance. / / Hope left. Dream ran. / Anxiety pried open my eyes / and as though on a ghostly slate / I read my wor...

A Ballad

Lucifer my friend gave me five horses / and one gold ruby ring, / for me to go down, down into the ground, / for me to see the sky's young face. / / My horses beat their hooves, snorted, begged / to gallop like birds all over the earth, / and I believed the sun's light burned for me, ...

The Turkey

In the morning of my unsure memory / I recall a many-coloured meadow, / where ruled a haughty / turkey, adored by me. / / He was malicious and free, / his beak crimson as fire / and he was sharply scornful / of my four years. / / Neither chocolate, nor caramels, / nor pineapp...

The palm groves and the aloe thickets…

The palm groves and the aloe thickets, / a silvery, matt stream, / the sky is infinitely blue, / the sky is gold from rays. / / What more do you want, heart? / Is happiness a fable or a lie? / Why do you give yourself up submissively / to another faith temptations? / / Do you w...

The Giraffe

O, the look in your eyes this morning is more than usually sad, / With your little arms wrapped round your knees and body bent in half. / Let me tell you a story: far, far away, on the distant shores of Lake Chad, / There roams a most majestic giraffe / / Blessed with a handsome build and...

A Ballad

My friend, Lucifer gave five horses to me, / And a radiant ruby-stone beautiful ring, / So that I could go down to marvelous caves, / And could see there heaven's celestial face. / / Snorted horses, and zealous, they hoofed, and they begged / To race over and over the space of the earth...