John
Horace Burleson
Gané el premio de ensayo en el colegio
aquí en el pueblo,
y publiqué una novela antes de los veinticinco años.
Fui a la ciudad en busca de temas y para enriquecer
mi arte;
allá me casé con la hija de un banquero,
y más tarde llegué a ser presidente del banco;
esperando siempre estar desocupado
para escribir una novela épica sobre la guerra.
Entretanto era amigo de los grandes, y amante de las
letras,
y huésped de Matthew Arnold y de Emerson.
Un orador de sobremesa, escritor de ensayos
para los círculos locales. Al final me trajeron aquí
—el hogar de mi infancia, sabéis—,
sin siquiera una pequeña lápida en Chicago
para mantener vivo mi nombre.
Oh la grandeza de escribir este solo verso:
"¡Agítate, profundo y tenebroso Océano azul,
agítate!"
I
won the prize essay at school
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Here
in the village,
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And
published a novel before I was twenty-five.
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I
went to the city for themes and to enrich my art;
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There
married the banker’s daughter,
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And
later became president of the bank—
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Always
looking forward to some leisure
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To
write an epic novel of the war.
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Meanwhile
friend of the great, and lover of letters,
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And
host to Matthew Arnold and to Emerson.
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An
after dinner speaker, writing essays
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For
local clubs. At last brought here—
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My
boyhood home, you know—
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Not
even a little tablet in Chicago
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To
keep my name alive.
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How
great it is to write the single line:
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“Roll
on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll!
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John
M. Church
Fui abogado de la “Q”
y de la compañía que aseguró
a los dueños de la mina.
Soborné a juez, jurado
y cortes superiores
para burlar al tullido,
la viuda y el huérfano;
así gané mi fortuna
y en el Colegio de Abogados
me colmaron de elogios elocuentes.
Los tributos florales fueron muchos
pero las ratas devoraron mi corazón
¡y una serpiente anidó en mi calavera!
I was attorney for the "Q"
And the Indemnity Company which insured
The owners of the mine.
I pulled the wires with judge and jury,
And the upper courts, to beat the claims
Of the crippled, the widow and orphan,
And made a fortune thereat.
The bar association sang my praises
In a high-flown resolution.
And the floral tributes were many—
But the rats devoured my heart
And a snake made a nest in my skull
Robert
Davidson
Crecí espiritualmente nutriéndome del alma de la
gente.
Si veía un alma fuerte
la hería en su orgullo y devoraba su fuerza.
Los refugios de la amistad conocían mi astucia,
porque cuando podía robar a un amigo lo hacía.
Y toda vez que lograba ensanchar mi poder
socavando una ambición, lo hacía,
así calmaba la propia.
Y triunfar sobre las otras almas,
sólo para afirmar y demostrar mi fuerza superior
era para mí un placer,
el agudo regocijo de la gimnasia del alma.
Devorando almas hubiera podido vivir eternamente.
Pero sus indigestas sobras me provocaron una
nefritis mortal,
con terrores, desasosiegos, depresiones,
odio, suspicacia, visiones perturbadoras.
Al fin me desplomé con un alarido.
Recordad a la bellota;
no devora a las otras bellotas.
Los poemas fueron traducidos por Aquiles Julian tomado de Muestrario de Poesia
I grew
spiritually fat living off the souls of men.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
For where I could steal a friend I did so.
And wherever I could enlarge my power
By undermining ambition, I did so,
Thus to make smooth my own.
And to triumph over other souls,
Just to assert and prove my superior strength,
Was with me a delight,
The keen exhilaration of soul gymnastics.
Devouring souls, I should have lived forever.
But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis,
With fear, restlessness, sinking spirits,
Hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed.
I collapsed at last with a shriek.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
For where I could steal a friend I did so.
And wherever I could enlarge my power
By undermining ambition, I did so,
Thus to make smooth my own.
And to triumph over other souls,
Just to assert and prove my superior strength,
Was with me a delight,
The keen exhilaration of soul gymnastics.
Devouring souls, I should have lived forever.
But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis,
With fear, restlessness, sinking spirits,
Hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed.
I collapsed at last with a shriek.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.