{"id":19327,"date":"2025-03-08T21:22:04","date_gmt":"2025-03-08T21:22:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=19327"},"modified":"2025-07-26T00:56:00","modified_gmt":"2025-07-26T00:56:00","slug":"un-poema-de-e-d-watson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2025\/03\/08\/un-poema-de-e-d-watson\/","title":{"rendered":"Un poema de E. D. Watson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Pertenece este poema al libro Honey in the Vein <\/em>(Bric-a-Brac Press, 2024), <\/em>una colecci\u00f3n de E. D. Watson que reimagina la vida de Mar\u00eda de Egipto, una santa y asceta del siglo IV despu\u00e9s de Cristo. He aqu\u00ed el texto original y su traducci\u00f3n al ingl\u00e9s de Rebecca Bowman y Santiago Dayd\u00ed Tolson.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jerusalem at Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The stalls are shuttered in the gloom, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

trash heaped in corners of the street<\/p>\n\n\n\n

where stones in shadow kiss and grind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

just as they\u2019ve done for centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Morning prayers are dashed from windows<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like washwater into the street<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and yet you slumber, still dreaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In the blue time of your sleepworld<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God walks the shadowed alleyways<\/p>\n\n\n\n

among the lean and yellow-eyed <\/p>\n\n\n\n

cats of the holy land, gnawing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

stale bread crusts dropped by pilgrim hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Our Lord simmers. Our Lord is not<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a man. God is not an icon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God doesn\u2019t live inside a church;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God lives on the street. God\u2019s hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God is the empty blue feeling<\/p>\n\n\n\n

before lunging at a rat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God is sandfooted and wildeyed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and God\u2019s favorite times are twilight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and just before dawn. The blue time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The time when you are still, asleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

                          \u2248<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jerusal\u00e9n al amanecer<\/strong>    <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Est\u00e1n los tenderetes cerrados en la penumbra,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

la basura se amontona en los rincones <\/p>\n\n\n\n

donde las piedras se besan y acarician en la sombra <\/p>\n\n\n\n

como lo han hecho por los siglos de los siglos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Desde las ventanas tiran a la calle, como el agua sucia<\/p>\n\n\n\n

del lavado, las oraciones matinales. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Y aun as\u00ed duermes, aun as\u00ed sigues so\u00f1ando.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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En el tiempo azul de tu mundoensue\u00f1o<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dios camina por los oscuros callejones <\/p>\n\n\n\n

entre los gatos de tierra santa, flacos, de ojo amarillo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

que husmean y roen las migajas de pan a\u00f1ejo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

que han arrojado al suelo manos peregrinas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Nuestro Se\u00f1or hierve a fuego lento. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nuestro Se\u00f1or no es un hombre. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dios no es un \u00edcono ni vive en un templo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

En la calle vive. Y sufre de hambre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dios es la sensaci\u00f3n azul, vac\u00eda<\/p>\n\n\n\n

de despu\u00e9s de haberse abalanzado sobre una rata.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dios tiene arenoso el pie, salvaje la mirada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sus horas favoritas son el ocaso<\/p>\n\n\n\n

y las que al alba preceden. La hora azul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

La hora cuando t\u00fa est\u00e1s quieta, dormida. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n


E. D. Watson es la autora de Honey in the Vein<\/em> y de dos plaquettes: Anorexorcism<\/em> y Via Dolorosa & Advent Wreath<\/em>, ganadora del Premio Cow Creek Chapbook 2023. Tiene un MFA en Escritura Creativa, es una practicante certificada de Medicina Po\u00e9tica y profesora de yoga. Ofrece c\u00edrculos de poes\u00eda presenciales y en l\u00ednea, y colabora en la organizaci\u00f3n de When the River Speaks, una iniciativa local para celebrar las diversas y creativas voces de su comunidad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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