Golondrinas y Sauces
Cuando me descubrió en el rincón
con el chico de cabello enrulado ojos verdes
él me amonestó.
"Escribe algo, déjame ver,
un verso o un poema. Cualquier
verso que elijas
pero más largo que una estrofa
cinco líneas al menos.
Cien veces".
de El Carcelero (subrayado tres veces)
por Sylvia Plath
Lo imaginé
impotente como un trueno lejano
de cuya sombra había comido mi ración fantasma.
Lo deseaba muerto o lejos.
Eso, parece, es lo imposible.
Fuí prolija al principio, quizás
prolija hasta la décima vez, luego
un garabato redondo descendente.
A través de la ventana- golondrinas
y sauces y sol sobre el río,
"Quise decir un verso de un libro de texto"
Me senté en el borde de su clase
concentrada en los exámenes de verano
malhumorada, y solitaria, y cruel.
Paula Meehan, Dharmakaya (2002)
Versión: Marina Kohon
Swallows and Willows
When he caught me at the corner
with the curly headed green eyed boy
he brought me into detention.
with the curly headed green eyed boy
he brought me into detention.
‘Write out, let me see,
a verse of a poem. Any
verse of your choice,
a verse of a poem. Any
verse of your choice,
but longer than a quatrain,
five lines at least.
A hundred times.’
five lines at least.
A hundred times.’
from The Jailer (underlined three times)
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
I imagine him
Impotent as distant thunder,
In whose shadow I have eaten my ghost ration.
I wish him dead or away.
That, it seems, is the impossibility.
I was neat at first, maybe
neat to the tenth time, then
a looping downward scrawl.
neat to the tenth time, then
a looping downward scrawl.
Out the window — swallows
and willows and sun on the river,
‘I meant a verse from a set text.’
and willows and sun on the river,
‘I meant a verse from a set text.’
I sat at the edge of his class
right into summer exams
sulky, and lonely, and cruel.
right into summer exams
sulky, and lonely, and cruel.
