found this unpublished poem Sergio Macías at the site of the Cervantes Virtual Library s.
here transcribe the original poem:
Marginally relevant
"Poetry is ...
Poetry is the voice of love,
of bones and blood.
time Singing
flowing into the river magical memory.
With spring covering
pains the soul.
We're nothing without tenderness,
without the word that weaves the life
passion, loneliness, death and sweetness. "
My translation into English / My Inglés version:
is ...
Poetry Poetry is the voice of love,
Of bones and blood.
A song of Time That flows
In the magic river of memory.
With Springs That cover
The pains of the soul.
We are Nothing Without tenderness,
Without the word That weaves life:
Passion loneliness, death and sweetness.
translation Notes
is interesting to compare the meanings that the words connote weave and weave . Weaving has the sense to devise a plan that translates into weave or knit . I prefer the word weave knit because leads me to visualize needle operated by a human. In addition weave in a literary sense, denotes that formed by the combination of different things in a skillful and complicated.
Not to mention that by pronouncing, beats weave knit for sweetness.
As every poem that I like, I like it since the first reading. I think I caught the idea of \u200b\u200bcycles with the eventual return of spring. The four final words are a bit all four seasons.
So much for the post. Still, you have to keep reading. A good poem is distilling delayed senses on multiple readings.
