Carles Duarte i Montserrat

Carles Duarte i Montserrat Poems

'More fortunate than either, I reckoned those yet unborn'
Ecclesiastes, 4.2

The yet unborn
has known neither pain nor word,
...

A dawn of crystal cuts the sky,
and the marbled moon
turns Eastwards away.
In your eyes thick silence
...

3.

Land,
dust,
mould of fire,
refuge from the oceans,
...

You search everywhere for traces of other lives,
of the dreams that made them pulse,
of the gods that calmed their fear,
...

Carles Duarte i Montserrat Biography

Carles Duarte is a poet and linguist. Carles Duarte’s books have been translated into various languages and have been awarded some of the most significant Catalan literary prizes. As a linguist, Duarte has published studies on linguistic history. Presently he directs the Lluís Carulla Foundation, a private cultural institution that is very active in the cultural and educational field.)

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The still unborn

'More fortunate than either, I reckoned those yet unborn'
Ecclesiastes, 4.2

The yet unborn
has known neither pain nor word,
nor the growing of the day nor its falling off,
nor has felt the avid body's yearning
or the glance of light on the hands;
he does not know the nimbleness of pumas,
the loud colours of macaws;
he has not felt the unwelcoming cold
or the heavy dampness
that slows the passing of hours,
he has never donned the sea's ancient robes
nor has he touched the forest or the rocks
nor ever trod the path of death.
He might be happy
to be unborn,
but does not bear in skin or memory
the taste of passing years;
the weave of the wind
does not course through his blood,
and the cry of tenderness
lies mute between his barren lips.
Perhaps he's quite content
without the smell of tea
or the taste of oranges.
I could never be.

Translated by Robert Archer

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