Marianne |
Marianne Moore
(Kirkwood, Missouri, 1887 - Nueva York, 1972) |
Versiones de Jorge Aulicino |
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A un caracol
La negra masa de un árbol que se elevaba detrás
no quebradizo To a snail If “compression is the first grace of style,” /you have it. Contractility is a virtue/ as modesty is a virtue. /It is not the acquisition of any one thing/ that is able to adorn, /or the incidental quality that occurs /as a concomitant of something well said,/that we value in style,/but the principle that is hid:/in the absence of feet, “a method of conclusions”;/ “a knowledge of principles,”/in the curious phenomenon of your occipital horn. Silence My father used to say,/ "Superior people never make long visits,/ have to be shown Longfellow's grave / or the glass flowers at Harvard. /Self-reliant like the cat— /that takes its prey to privacy,/ the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth— /they sometimes enjoy solitude,/ and can be robbed of speech/ by speech which has delighted them./ The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;/ not in silence, but restraint." /Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn." /Inns are not residences. The magician's retreat of moderate height,/(I have seen it)/cloudy but bright inside/like a moonstone,/while a yellow glow/from a shutter-crack shone,/and a blue glow from the lamppost/ close to the front door./It left nothing of which to complain,/nothing more to obtain,/consummately plain.//A black tree mass rose at the back/almost touching the eaves/with the definiteness of Magritte,/was above all discreet. An egyptian pulled glass bottle in the shape of a fish Here we have thirst /and patience, from the first, / and art, as in a wave held up for us to see / in its essential perpendicularity;// not brittle but / intense—the spectrum, that / spectacular and nimble animal the fish,/ whose scales turn aside the sun's sword by their polish.
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