{"id":19387,"date":"2025-03-30T03:37:20","date_gmt":"2025-03-30T03:37:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/?p=19387"},"modified":"2025-07-26T00:45:14","modified_gmt":"2025-07-26T00:45:14","slug":"un-poema-de-edward-lee-masters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/2025\/03\/30\/un-poema-de-edward-lee-masters\/","title":{"rendered":"Un poema de Edward Lee Masters"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"700\" height=\"710\" src=\"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/Screenshot_20250329-214159_Gallery-700x710.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-19394\" style=\"width:554px;height:auto\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Schroeder the Fisherman<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I sat on the bank above Bernadotte<br>And dropped crumbs in the water,<br>Just to see the minnows bump each other,<br>Until the strongest got the prize.<br>Or I went to my little pasture,<br>Where the peaceful swine were asleep in the wallow,<br>Or nosing each other lovingly,<br>And emptied a basket of yellow corn,<br>And watched them push and squeal and bite,<br>And trample each other to get the corn.<br>And I saw how Christian Dallman&#8217;s farm,<br>Of more than three thousand acres,<br>Swallowed the patch of Felix Schmidt,<br>As a bass will swallow a minnow<br>And I say if there&#8217;s anything in man \u2014<br>Spirit, or conscience, or breath of God<br>That makes him different from fishes or hogs,<br>I&#8217;d like to see it work!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Schroeder, el pescador<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sentado en la orilla del Bernardotte<br>lanc\u00e9 migas de pan al agua,<br>s\u00f3lo por ver a los peces darse empe\u00f1ones<br>hasta que los m\u00e1s fuertes se llevaron el premio.<br>O fui a mi granja, donde los cerdos, pac\u00edficos,<br>dorm\u00edan en el fango o se ol\u00edan cari\u00f1osamente,<br>y les vaci\u00e9 en el suelo un cubo de ma\u00edz maduro.<br>Y observ\u00e9 c\u00f3mo se empujaban unos a otros,&nbsp;<br>chillando y mordiendo, pisote\u00e1ndose por el ma\u00edz.<br>Y he visto c\u00f3mo la granja de Christian Dallman,<br>de m\u00e1s de tres mil acres, se ha tragado&nbsp;<br>el peque\u00f1o terreno de Felix Schmidt<br>como se tragar\u00eda un r\u00f3balo a un pez m\u00e1s peque\u00f1o.<br>Y me dije que si hay algo en el hombre&#8212;<br>esp\u00edritu o conciencia o un soplo divino&#8212;<br>que lo hace diferente de los peces y los cerdos,<br>me gustar\u00eda verlo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Schroeder the Fisherman I sat on the bank above BernadotteAnd dropped crumbs in the water,Just to see the minnows bump each other,Until the&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4911,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[153,209],"tags":[],"coauthors":[314],"class_list":["post-19387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema","category-revista"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4911"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19387"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19432,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19387\/revisions\/19432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19387"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/letrasenlafrontera.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=19387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}