–

la colocas, donde está,

por ejemplo, ese

–

tanque de ahí, plateado,

con la iglesia blanca a todo

lo largo, ¿con qué

–

propósito levantaste

todo eso? Cuán

pesado es el lento mundo

–

con todo en su lugar. Un

tipo camina, un carro

pasa a su lado en la vía

–

descendente,

una hoja amarillenta

va a caer. Todo

–

cae en su lugar. Mi

rostro está cargado de

visiones. Siento mi ojo

romperse.

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The Window
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Position is where you

put it, where it is,

did you, for example, that

–

large tank there, silvered,

with the white church along-

side, lift

–

all that, to what

purpose? How

heavy the slow

–

world is with

everything put

in place. Some

–
man walks by, a

car beside him on

the dropped

–

road, a leaf of

yellow color is

going to

–

fall. It

all drops into

place. My

–

face is heavy

with the sight. I can

feel my eye breaking.

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Robert Creeley

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The Window

from Selected Poems of Robert Creeley

Traducción de Frank Báez

Ping Pong, Revista de Poesía, nº3

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