16, Dic 2011

El eco de la muerte

De "Death's Echo", de W.H. Auden

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews,
Not to be born is the best for man;
The second-best is a formal order,
The dance’s pattern; dance while you can.

Dance, dance for the figure is easy,
The tune is catching and will not stop;
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters;
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

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  1. FMGARZAM dice:

    Andrew Sullivan en THE DISH de Daily Beast
    “Nor Law, Nor Duty Bade Me Fight»
    Hitch loved poetry, as he expresses in this brief flash of brilliance here. But he knew this one by Yeats by heart:
    An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
    I know that I shall meet my fate
    Somewhere among the clouds above;

    Those that I fight I do not hate,
    Those that I guard I do not love;

    My country is Kiltartan Cross,

    My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
    No likely end could bring them loss
    Or leave them happier than before.

    Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
    Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,

    A lonely impulse of delight

    Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

    I balanced all, brought all to mind,

    The years to come seemed waste of breath,

    A waste of breath the years behind

    In balance with this life, this death.

  2. FMGARZAM dice:

    Ni Ley, Ni Deber Me Mandó Luchar

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