Canción | T.S. Eliot

Buenos Aires Poetry

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Extraído de POEMS Written in Early Youth, by T.S. Eliot, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, New York, 1969, p. 26 (original version in The Harvard Advocate, lxxxvi, January 26th, 1919. Signed: “T. S. E.” Not included in The Harvard Advocate reprints of 1938 and 1948, First reprinted in The Undergraduate Poems of T.S. Eliot, 1948) | Traducción de Juan Arabia, Buenos Aires Poetry, 2020. 

Canción

Cuando llegamos a casa al otro lado de la colina
….No cayeron hojas de los árboles;
….Los suaves dedos de la brisa
No habían arrancado ninguna telaraña temblorosa.

El seto todavía germinaba con flores,
….No había pétalos marchitos debajo;
….Pero las rosas silvestres en tu corona
Desaparecieron, y las hojas quedaron descoloridas.

Song

When we came home across the hill
….No leaves were fallen from the trees;
….The gentle fingers of the breeze

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