{"id":782,"date":"2013-06-10T23:09:38","date_gmt":"2013-06-10T23:09:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=782"},"modified":"2015-03-27T00:52:08","modified_gmt":"2015-03-27T00:52:08","slug":"lullaby-for-sadness-poem-francisca-aguirre","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/lullaby-for-sadness-poem-francisca-aguirre\/","title":{"rendered":"Francisca Aguirre Nana del desperdicio de la tristeza Lullaby for Sadness Amparo Arrospide Robin Ouzman Hislop Translated Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Francisca<\/a><\/p>\n

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Nana del desperdicio de la tristeza<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Al abrigo de la arboleda de Soto del Real<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 y cerca de Mar\u00eda Fernanda y Emilio Barrachina<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Tengo delante de los ojos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

el asombro de la arboleda<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que me abraza.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Miro los fresnos susurrantes,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0los callados abetos,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

los sauces melanc\u00f3licos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0y no s\u00e9 bien qu\u00e9 hacer<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

con el desperdicio intangible<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0que llamamos tristeza.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0La tristeza es quiz\u00e1s<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0el mejor animal de compa\u00f1\u00eda,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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la fiera m\u00e1s dom\u00e9stica,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0pero tambi\u00e9n la m\u00e1s hambrienta.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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La tristeza es un hueco que nos sigue<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y que al menor descuido nos alcanza,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

se sit\u00faa delante de nosotros<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y nos canta su nana de desdichas,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

su lamento de fiera abandonada,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

su machacona relaci\u00f3n de oprobios,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

su quejido de bicho que se empe\u00f1a<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

en pegarse a nosotros<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0y decirnos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que no la abandonemos<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0a su suerte,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que nuestra obligaci\u00f3n es adoptarla.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El viejo desperdicio de la pena,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tan opaco y radiante a un mismo tiempo,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

nos va reconociendo con su hocico<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y nos lame las manos con su lengua<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

y se acurruca manso a nuestro lado:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

conoce palmo a palmo<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0el territorio.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sus l\u00e1grimas nos lavan con modestia,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mientras el animal nos sigue terco,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0con la amable seguridad<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

que da el abismo.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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***<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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LULLABY FOR SADNESS <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Sheltered by the Soto del Real grove<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0and close to Mar\u00eda Fernanda y Emilio Barrachina<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Before my eyes stands<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the sheltering grove\u00b4s amazement<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0which embraces me.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I look at the whispering ash trees,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0the still firs,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the melancholic willows<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0and am at a loss<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

with the intangible remains<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0we call sadness.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sadness is perhaps<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0the best pet to keep you company,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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the most domestic beast,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0but also the most ravenous.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sadness is a vacuum that pursues us<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that leaps out on us unawares<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to confront us<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to lull us with its lullaby of wretchedness,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

its lament of a forsaken beast,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and its monotonous list of injuries,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

its plaintive creature\u00b4s groan insisting<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in attaching itself to us<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0and imploring us<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

not to abandon it <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0to its fate,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that it is our duty to adopt it.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The old remnant of sorrow,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

so opaque and bright at the same time <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that starts by recognition through nose<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

then the licking of hands with tongue<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tamely curling up at our side:<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

bit by bit it takes hold <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0of the land.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Meekly its tears wash us<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

whilst the beast pursues us stubbornly,<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0with that gentle assurance<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

offered to us by the abyss.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Translated by Robin Ouzman Hislop & Amparo Arrospide<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Francisca Aguirre was born in 1930 in Alicante, Spain, and fled with her family to France at the end of the Spanish Civil War, where they lived in political exile.\u00a0 When the Germans invaded Paris in 1942, her family was forced to return to Spain, where her father, painter Lorenzo Aguirre, was subsequently murdered by Francisco Franco’s regime.\u00a0 Aguirre published \u00cdtaca (1972), currently available in English (Ithaca [2004]), when she was 42 years old. Her work has garnered much critical success, winning the Leopoldo Panero, Premio Ciudad de Ir\u00fan, and Premio Galliana, among other literary prizes.\u00a0 Aguirre is married to the poet F\u00e9lix Grande and is the mother of poet Guadalupe Grande.<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nRobin Ouzman Hislop (UK) Co-editor of the 12 year running on line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. (See its Wikipedia entry at http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Poetry_Life_and_Times<\/a>). He has made many appearances over the last years in the quarterly journals Canadian Zen Haiku, including In the Spotlight Winter 2010 & Sonnetto Poesia. Previously published in international magazines, recent publications include Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review, Appalachian University N Carolina, Post Hoc installed at Bank Street Arts Centre, Sheffield (UK), Uroborus Journal, 2011-2012 (Sheffield, UK), The Poetic Bond II & 111, available at http:\/\/www.thepoeticbond.com and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes a recently published Anthology of Sonnets: http:\/\/bit.ly\/1lIL0jF<\/a>. He has recently completed a volume of poetry, The World at Large, for future publication. He is currently resident in Spain engaged in poetry translation projects.robin@artvilla.com<\/a> and you can also visit Face Book site at www.facebook.com\/PoetryLifeTimes <\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\n\"WIN_20140415_213447\"<\/a>
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Amparo Arrospide (Argentina) is a Spanish poet and translator. She has published four poetry collections, Mosaicos bajo la hiedra, Alucinaci\u00f3n en dos actos y algunos poemas, Pa\u00f1uelos de usar y tirar and Presencia en el Misterio as well as poems, short stories and articles on literary and film criticism in anthologies and both national and foreign magazines. She has received numerous awards. Together with Robin Ouzman Hislop, she worked as co-editor of Poetry Life and Times, an E-zine.<\/b><\/p>\n

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