Francesca | Ezra Pound

Extraído de Ezra POUND, Exultations. Traducción de Juan ArabiaBuenos Aires Poetry, Buenos Aires, 2018.

Francesca

Saliste de la noche
Y había flores en tus manos,
Ahora saldrás de la confusión de la gente,
De un tumulto de palabras sobre ti.

Yo que te he visto en medio de las cosas esenciales
Me enfurecí cuando pronunciaron tu nombre
En lugares ordinarios.
Quisiera que las frías olas fluyeran sobre mi mente,
Y que el mundo se secase como una hoja muerta,
O ser barrido como el capullo de semilla de un diente de león,
Para que pueda encontrarte de nuevo,
Sola.

Francesca

You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hands,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.

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