jueves, 16 de mayo de 2019

HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops - at all -

and sweetest in the Gale is heard 
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
and on the strangest sea
yet - never - in extremity
it asked a crumb - of me.

lunes, 17 de agosto de 2015

If

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

lunes, 29 de junio de 2015

The wren


The wren
Earns his living
Noiselessly.  

By Kobayahsi Issa


Haiku is an ancient form of Japanese poetry, which in English usually contains a total of 17 syllables sectioned into three lines. These lines are arranged in a pattern of 5-7-5 syllables. 
 
Although we refer to patterns in terms of syllables, the original Japanese haiku was measured in sounds, or "breaths". 

viernes, 26 de junio de 2015

Defensa de la alegría



Defender la alegría como una trinchera
defenderla del escándalo y la rutina
de la miseria y los miserables
de las ausencias transitorias
y las definitivas

defender la alegría como un principio
defenderla del pasmo y las pesadillas
de los neutrales y de los neutrones
de las dulces infamias
y los graves diagnósticos

defender la alegría como una bandera
defenderla del rayo y la melancolía
de los ingenuos y de los canallas
de la retórica y los paros cardiacos
de las endemias y las academias

defender la alegría como un destino
defenderla del fuego y de los bomberos
de los suicidas y los homicidas
de las vacaciones y del agobio
de la obligación de estar alegres

defender la alegría como una certeza
defenderla del óxido y la roña
de la famosa pátina del tiempo
del relente y del oportunismo
de los proxenetas de la risa

defender la alegría como un derecho
defenderla de dios y del invierno
de las mayúsculas y de la muerte
de los apellidos y las lástimas
del azar
y también de la alegría.

Defensa de la alegría
Benedetti

Mario Benedetti fue un poeta, escritor y dramaturgo uruguayo. Nació en 1920 y murió en el año 2009. Su obra abarcó generos como cuento, novela, ensayo, poesía y teatro.


jueves, 25 de junio de 2015

The Guest House

The Guest House 

by Rumi


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

--
Rumi was a Persian poet, he was born in 1207 and died in 1273. Rumi was a Sufi mystic and has been a well known Persian literature exponent. Most of his works were written in Persian, but he also wrote in Turkish, Arabic and Greek. Rumi wrote poetry and prose.

img. by Buzac Marius