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Poems by Vicente Pascual from "a la Vida, a la Muerte y a mi Bienamada" (Olifante Ediciones de Poesía, 2008) and "Las 100 Vistas del Monte Interior" (Olifante Ediciones de Poesía, 2006). Translated into English by William Wroth.

 

 

DE LA VIDA Y DE LA MUERTE

"Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water"
John Keats

Perhaps, I do not know, I do not know,
he who wrote
his name in water
may have saved his soul
by that solitary act.

May my bones dry to dust
in the infinite air.
May my flesh be food
for the smallest creatures.

And may my spirit
on dying find
the way back,
the way back to that place
I was exiled from at birth.

 

DE LA VIDA Y DE MI AMADA

Take away the trappings
to behold what is in the world.

And I took away those clouds
that covered up the mountains.
How beautiful!

And I removed those snows
which brightened so many stones.
And I saw another form,
another form of silence.

I uprooted the rocks and the crags.
And listen good friend:

Taking away what was the mountain
left me only the cave,
and what was within was the same
as what was outside.

 

DE LA MUERTE

O they are crying on this mountain
seeing a world without direction,
seeing a world that has forgotten

How they cry those old ones,
how they cry, how they cry.

So intense is this love
that I confound it with sorrow.    

Tell me beloved where you are,
tell me beloved, tell me, tell me.

And when I look around,
dust and stones are all I see,
in the absence of my love.

Tell me beloved where you are,
tell me beloved, tell me, tell me.

Give me a glass of that wine,
of that wine of the beloved.

How they cry those old ones,
how they cry, how they cry.

 

DE LA VIDA Y DE LA MUERTE

Look, look, here comes the rain!
It brings life, it brings life.
How shameful is my weeping!
In the night so clear.

How they always go together,
remembrance and oblivion.

 

DE LA MUERTE

My heart is broken,
Burning tears are falling.
And this body, so afflicted.

Death must not be far away,
without wanting to I laugh,
or at least I am smiling,
seeing a dog or an alley cat.

May God grant me wisdom
when that moment comes,
the moment when we meet.

How terrible and peaceful is the sea!
So salty and so far away.

 

DE LA MUERTE

When I came into the light
you were born with me.

O my death!

Waiting in that instant
wanting to steal my life,
waiting to be part of it.

How much I would like to be
the smallest drop of dew.

Then I would grow in the great clouds
and die coming down as rain. good
And between lives a rest
giving life, giving life.

And to me it seems
that with death comes life.

O my death!

 

DE LA VIDA

Here and now I close these eyes
murmuring in the grotto.
I feel the eastern breeze
under the leafing plum.

Here and now I close my eyes
murmuring under the tree.
And on this noble mountain
the fragrances envelope me.

I close those eyes now
murmuring on the mountain.
Breeze and fragrances I no longer feel.
It is only he who whispers in me.

 

DE LA BIENAMADA

Do you see, beloved?
Do you see how the clouds come down?
How they clothe that mountain.

Do you see its soaring peak,
soaring over them?
Do you see my open heart?

Do you see, beloved, what do you see?
It is heaven on our earth
and the earth in our heaven.

....

LXXXIII

There there is a place
neither of the east nor of the west,
between yesterday and tomorrow.
A center everywhere,
an always now.

 

DE LA BIENAMADA

Do not think it’s nonsense
when I say Beloved.
it is of the spirit that I speak.

And if I say beloved,
it is she of whom I speak.
It is she, only she.

 

DE LA MUERTE

When I came into the light
you were born with me

O my death!

Waiting in that instant
wanting to steal my life,
waiting to be part of it.

How much I would like to be
the smallest drop of dew.

Then I would grow in great clouds
and die coming down as rain.

And between lives a rest
giving life, giving life.

And to me it seems
that with death comes life

O my death!

 

 


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