{"id":17576,"date":"2017-07-03T19:46:44","date_gmt":"2017-07-03T19:46:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=17576"},"modified":"2017-07-31T22:06:24","modified_gmt":"2017-07-31T22:06:24","slug":"love-un-poema-de-rosario-castellanos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2017\/07\/03\/love-un-poema-de-rosario-castellanos\/","title":{"rendered":"Love, un poema de Rosario Castellanos"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\">\u00a0Traducci\u00f3n al ingl\u00e9s del poema \u201cAmor\u201d, de Rosario Castellanos.<\/span><\/h4>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Por Shaila Pineda<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h2 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>Love<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Only the voice, the skin and the scarfskin<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">of the silken things<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Rein in. The music of the inner ear doesn&#8217;t want more than its cave <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">he will overstretch the hand and will not reach the sound <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">to touch beyond.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Amused, slided, caressing<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">and slowly admit the contour.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">He retire filled up<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">without realize the vain hoot<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">from the captivity of the bowels<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">nor the rush of the blood calmness<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">that assault the lock of gush, not the joint<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">already forever blind of sob.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">The one that leaves takes the memory,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">the way of being river, of being air,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">of being goodbye and never.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Till one day another halt it, rein in <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">and reduces to voice, to skin, to scarfskin<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">offered, delivered, while inside <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">the hidden loneliness waits and shiver.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3 class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"s1\">Amor<\/span><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">S\u00f3lo la voz, la piel, la superficie<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">pulida de las cosas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Basta. No quiere m\u00e1s la oreja, que su cuenco<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">rebalsar\u00eda y la mano ya no alcanza<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">a tocar m\u00e1s all\u00e1.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Distra\u00edda, resbala, acariciando<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">y lentamente sabe del contorno.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Se retira saciada<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">sin advertir el ulular in\u00fatil<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de la cautividad de las entra\u00f1as<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">ni el \u00edmpetu del cuajo de la sangre<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">que embiste la compuerta del borbot\u00f3n, ni el nudo<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">ya para siempre ciego del sollozo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">El que se va se lleva su memoria,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">su modo de ser r\u00edo, de ser aire,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">de ser adi\u00f3s y nunca.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Hasta que un d\u00eda otro lo para, lo detiene<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">y lo reduce a voz, a piel, a superficie<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">ofrecida, entregada, mientras dentro de s\u00ed<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">la oculta soledad aguarda y tiembla.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/title783840339.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-17578\" src=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/title783840339-300x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/title783840339-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/title783840339-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/title783840339.png 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Shaila Pineda Morones<\/strong> (Ciudad de M\u00e9xico, 1986). Traductora.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\"><span class=\"s1\">Cuenta con dos certificaciones por la Universidad de Cambridge. Sus traducciones han sido publicadas en la revista La rabia del Axolotl (Colombia) y revista de arte y literatura Monolito (M\u00e9xico). Actualmente se certifica para profesora del idioma<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Ingl\u00e9s.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Traducci\u00f3n al ingl\u00e9s del poema \u201cAmor\u201d, de Rosario Castellanos. 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