posted by HL at 22:23
A ver si (re)conoces a este autor. Y si te gusta claro.SOME TREESThese are amazing:eachJoining a neighbor, as though speechWere a still performance.Arranging by chanceTo meet as far this morningFrom the world as agreeingWith it, you and IAre suddenly what the trees tryTo tell us we are:That their merely being thereMeans something; that soonWe may touch, love, explain.And glad not to have inventedSuch comeliness, we are surrounded:A silence already filled with noises,A canvas on which emergesA chorus of smiles, a winter morning.Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,Our days put on such reticenceThese accents seem their own defense.JOHN ASHBERY.Barthes nunca se casó. Feliz cheesy day del amor y la amistad.
that makes, today at least, one of us.salut.
Noé, tu comment me parece de una ambigüedad suculenta.Salut!Manolo, gracias por el poema! Es un bonito regalo de San Valentín. Y no me viene nada mal.Saludos!
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A ver si (re)conoces a este autor. Y si te gusta claro.
SOME TREES
These are amazing:each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance
To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try
To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.
And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges
A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.
JOHN ASHBERY.
Barthes nunca se casó. Feliz cheesy day del amor y la amistad.
that makes, today at least, one of us.
salut.
Noé, tu comment me parece de una ambigüedad suculenta.
Salut!
Manolo, gracias por el poema! Es un bonito regalo de San Valentín. Y no me viene nada mal.
Saludos!
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