divendres, 7 de desembre del 2012

!חג חנוכה שמח

             



An Old Cracked Tune

My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.

The sands whispered, Be separate,
the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving,
on the edge of the road.
 
Stanley Kunitz  

 

Light breaks where no sun shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids. 

Light breaks on secret lots, 
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
 
 Dylan Thomas
 
 
 
 
 

 

9 comentaris:

  1. Lior, Jag Sameaj! Genial el vídeo! :D

    PD. M'he adonat del tema de la rossa i de les roses. Ostres, mea culpa. Al veure el teu post l'altre dia em pensava que la confussió havia estat per errors del meu català. Dubtava si ho havia escrit bé al meu escrit, es a dir em pensava que potser havia escrit 'rosa' en lloc de 'rubia'. Slijá!

    ResponElimina
  2. No,no; mea culpa.
    Tens raó; les rosses porten problemes :-)))
    Però mira, hem rigut una estona...
    Khag Sameakh!

    ResponElimina
  3. Alça! I jo, tan primmirada, sense ni adonar-me'n. Ai, noia, perds més que la roba tintada!

    ResponElimina
    Respostes
    1. Jo aquí esbargint el personal i tu a la lluna de València... Una altra que baixa de l'hort...
      :-))) Haurem de fer una associació de damnificats, a veure si algú ens hi fa un apanyu.

      Elimina
  4. Ei! Mireu quins "emoticonus" que sé posar:
    🍭👍💇👠🌜🌈🛅🚴

    ResponElimina
  5. Respostes
    1. T'has quedat a quadres? No deu ser culpa del meu bloc?

      Elimina
  6. Grans poemes, Lior. Les festes de les llums són universals (o almenys pertanyen a moltes cultures) i el seu simbolisme ens nodreix.
    Hem de continuar mantenint viva la flama del millor de la humanitat.
    Salut!

    ResponElimina
  7. Per alguna raó ens costa ben poc embadalir-nos davant les lluminàries o les flames d'una llar de foc.


    ResponElimina