El Corazón de Gullveig

El Corazón de Gullveig
"...Tre gånger brände de den tre gånger borna,
ofta, ej sällan, dock ännu hon lever..."

sábado, 1 de junio de 2013

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

One Art: Letters. Elizabeth Bishop

Lápida en la tumba de Frans y Jeanna Kockum. 
Gamla Kyrkogården. Malmö, Suecia.

El perderte fue un desastre. 
Lo intente durante tres dias. Con tu perdida, era yo el perdido.
Al cuarto dia decidi seguir tus pasos, y fui a buscarte. 

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