miércoles, julio 26, 2006

In the same mood...

Un poema que me gusta mucho en inglés (y me gustan muy pocos poemas en inglés) es el Funeral Blues de W.H. Auden

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

En otros frentes, la situación es igual de mala o peor: Thor ha traicionado al Capitán América en
Civil War... aunque parezca broma en mi estado de ánimo ha sido un duro golpe. Pero yo sigo estando con el Capitán América y lo reafirmo:


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