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| Sant Feliu de Guíxols. Fotografia: Empar Sáez |
1.
Alguna cosa va sorgir
de la foscor.
No era res que hagués vist abans.
No era animal
ni flor,
potser era totes dues coses.
Alguna cosa va sorgir de l'aigua,
un cap com de gat
però ple de fang i sense orelles.
No sé què és Déu.
No sé què és la mort.
Però penso que entre ells hi ha
un acord fervorós i necessari.
3.
Després era en un camp de gira-sols.
Sentia la calor de ple estiu.
Pensava en la dolça i elèctrica
somnolència de la creació,
quan va començar la tempesta.
A l'oest, els núvols s'amuntegaven.
Núvols de tempesta.
En una hora, el cel n'era ple.
En una hora el cel era ple
de dolcesa de pluja i rastres de llampecs.
Seguits de fondes campanades de trons.
Aigua del cel! Electricitat directa de les deus!
Folles les dues per crear alguna cosa!
Els llampecs eren més lluminosos que les flors.
Els trons tenien ben desperts els ossos dins el cos.
7.
La mort em sotja, ho sé,
des d'aquesta cantonada o l'altra.
No em diverteix.
Tampoc no m'atemoreix.
Després de la pluja, vaig tornar al camp de gira-sols.
Sentia el fred i estava amatent.
Caminava a poc a poc i escoltava
les arrels esbojarrades, que creixien i reien, dins la terra molla.
Mary Oliver, Ocell roig
Traducció de Corina Oproae
Godall Edicions, 2018
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Sometimes
1.
Something came up
out of the dark.
It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before.
It wasn’t an animal
or a flower,
unless it was both.
Something came up out of the water,
a head the size of a cat
but muddy and without ears.
I don’t know what God is.
I don’t know what death is.
But I believe they have between them
some fervent and necessary arrangement.
3.
Later I was in a field full of sunflowers.
I was feeling the heat of midsummer.
I was thinking of the sweet, electric
drowse of creation,
when it began to break.
In the west, clouds gathered.
Thunderheads.
In an hour the sky was filled with them.
In an hour the sky was filled
with the sweetness of rain and the blast of lightning.
Followed by the deep bells of thunder.
Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source!
Both of them mad to create something!
The lighting brighter than any flower.
The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.
Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source!
Both of them mad to create something!
The lighting brighter than any flower.
The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.
7.
Death waits for me, I know it, around
one corner or another.
This doesn’t amuse me.
Neither does it frighten me.
After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers.
It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy.
I walked slowly, and listened
to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.
Mary Oliver, Red Bird
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