marți, 1 septembrie 2009

Canto XII from the Heights of Macchu Picchu

pentru ca numele Lubileah este asociat cu piramida din Peru, am sa va spun tuturor bun gasit prin aceasta minunata poezie!

Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.

Look at me from the depths of the earth,
tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,
groom of totemic guanacos,
mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,
iceman of Andean tears,
jeweler with crushed fingers,
farmer anxious among his seedlings,
potter wasted among his clays--
bring to the cup of this new life
your ancient buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow;
say to me: here I was scourged
because a gem was dull or because the earth
failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.
Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,
the wood they used to crucify your body.
Strike the old flints
to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips
glued to your wounds throughout the centuries
and light the axes gleaming with your blood.

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Throughout the earth
let dead lips congregate,
out of the depths spin this long night to me
as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.
Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.
Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.
Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.
Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

Pablo Neruda

3 comentarii:

  1. 8 ore 33 minute

    atit mi-a luat sa te citesc. a fost o calatorie placute, recunosc. unde mi se intampla, pentru a cata oara, oare, sa mi se confirme ce stiam demult.
    "prietenii tai te vor cunoaste mai bine din primul minut in care ii vei intalni decat cunoscutii tai in o suta de ani. legaturaq care uneste adevarata ta familie nu e una de sange, ci de respect si bucurie pe care fiecare le aduce in viata celuilalt. rareori membrii aceleiasi familii cresc sub acelasi acoperis."

    atat am avut de spus. sa ne revedem cu bine. nu conteaza cand. sau unde.


  2. tocmai m-am intors de la prislop si numai bucurii si frumuseti peste tot! e o zi atat de magica! iti multumesc cu sufletul deschis :)

  3. frumos puzzle :) intotdeauna mi-au placut!