Ruben Dario

(January 18, 1867 - February 6, 1916 / Metapa)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/19/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    Another poem by Rubén Darío (Spanish text) :
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    MEDALLONES - III

    WALT WHITMAN

    En su país de hierro vive el gran viejo,
    bello como un patriarca, sereno y santo.
    Tiene en la arruga olímpica de su entrecejo
    algo que impera y vence con noble encanto.

    Su alma del infinito parece espejo;
    son sus cansados hombros dignos del manto;
    y con arpa labrada de un roble añejo
    como un profeta nuevo canta su canto.

    Sacerdote, que alienta soplo divino,
    anuncia en el futuro, tiempo mejor.
    Dice el águila: «¡Vuela! », «¡Boga! », al marino,

    y «¡Trabaja! », al robusto trabajador.
    ¡Así va ese poeta por su camino
    con su soberbio rostro de emperador!

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Best Poem of Ruben Dario

Fatality

The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;
the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing:
there is no pain as great as being alive,
no burden heavier than that of conscious life.

To be, and to know nothing, and to lack a way,
and the dread of having been, and future terrors...
And the sure terror of being dead tomorrow,
and to suffer all through life and through the darkness,

and through what we do not know and hardly suspect...
And the flesh that temps us with bunches of cool grapes,
and the tomb that awaits us with its funeral sprays,
and ...

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Blazon

The snow-white Olympic swan,
with beak of rose-red agate,
preens his eucharistic wing,
which he opens to the sun like a fan.

His shining neck is curved
like the arm of a lyre,
like the handle of a Greek amphora,
like the prow of a ship.

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