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lunes, 13 de abril de 2020


Temo a la persona de pocas palabras
Temo a la persona silenciosa.
Al sermoneador, lo puedo aguantar;
al charlatán, lo puedo entretener.

Pero con quien cavila
mientras el resto no deja de parlotear,
con esta persona soy cautelosa.
Temo que sea una gran persona.


Emily Dickinson (Amherst, Massachusetts, 1830 - 1886)

lunes, 10 de agosto de 2015

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

sábado, 4 de abril de 2015

For Arleen, Solitude


There is a solitude of space,
A solitude of sea,
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be,
Compared with that profounder site,        
That polar privacy,
A Soul admitted to Itself:
Finite Infinity.

 Poema musicalizado de Emily Dickinson (Massachusetts 1830-1886). En The single hound

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