Noche Misteriosa
Mysterious Night! when the first man but knew
Thee by report, unseen, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely frame,
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,
Hesperus with the host of heaven came,
And lo! Creation widened on his view.
Who could have thought what darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find,
Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed,
That to such endless orbs thou mad'st us blind!
Weak man! Why, to shun death, this anxious strife?
If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?
José María Blanco White
Thee by report, unseen, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely frame,
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,
Hesperus with the host of heaven came,
And lo! Creation widened on his view.
Who could have thought what darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find,
Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed,
That to such endless orbs thou mad'st us blind!
Weak man! Why, to shun death, this anxious strife?
If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?
José María Blanco White
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2 comentarios:
Para tipo singular, éste. Habrá notado que me paseo poco últimamente, por falta de tiempo que no de ganas, pero no le pierdo de vista.
El poema, que conocí en su día a través de la traducción de Jorge Guillén, tiene para mí un contenido indescifrable. Supongo que en inglés, lengua lejana y desconocida, tendrá plena significación. Afamado, es.
Blanco, sí, un tipo a estudiar. De los que me gustan. Su descrpción de las corridas de toros en Cartas de España, inmejorable.
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