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Rima XXIV. Dos rojas lenguas de fuego...
Dos rojas lenguas de fuego
que a un mismo tronco enlazadas
se aproximan, y al besarse
forman una sola llama.
Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran
y armoniosas se abrazan.
Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.
Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan,
y al reunirse en el cielo
forman una nube blanca.
Dos ideas que al par brotan,
dos besos que a un tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden,
eso son nuestras dos almas.
Rhyme XXIV. Two red tongues of fire...
Two red tongues of fire
on the same log that approach
and connect, and when kissing
form a single flame.
Two notes of a lute
plucked simultaneously by a hand,
that meet each other in space
and harmoniously embrace.
Two waves that come together
to die on a beach
and when breaking are crowned
with a silver plume.
Two shreds of vapor
that rise off a lake,
and when reunited in the sky
form one white cloud.
Two ideas that sprout as a pair,
two kisses that explode at the same time,
two echoes that are confused,
those are our two souls.
Translated by Howard A. LandmanEtiquetas: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer |
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RHYME XXIV. TWO RED TONGUES OF FIRE...
Two red tongues of fire
entwined to the same trunk
they draw near and, when they kiss,
they are one flame;
two notes that the hand
plays on the lute at the same time,
they meet in the air
and harmoniously embrace;
two waves that together
come to die on a beach
and when they break are crowned
by a plume of silver;
two banks of mist
rising from the lake
when they meet up there in the sky
they become one white cloud;
two ideas that are shaped together;
two kisses that mingle together;
two echoes that resound as one:
these are our two souls.
Translated by Guia K. Monti
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RHYME XXIV. TWO RED TONGUES OF FIRE...
Two red tongues of fire about the same
Woodland log entwining, which are seen
Kissing, as they form a single flame,
Sinuous in motion, serpentine.
Two accords of praise, which at one time
Wrested by the hand, approach in space
Forming to a suave, melodious chime
Melting in harmonious embrace,
Billows, which together land, to share
Common death upon the shelving ground
Which, in breaking up, still proudly wear
Silver helmets on their crests encrowned.
Wreaths of misty vapor, which arise
From the surface of the and vowed
To unite within the vasty skies,
Merging in a single, snowy cloud.
Two deep kisses, which together sound,
Two ideas, which one birth unrolls,
Two keen echoes, which themselves confound,
Two such twin-conceptions are our souls.
Translated by Jules Renard
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RHYME XXIV. TWO RED TONGUES OF FIRE...
Two red tongues of fire
That, twined round the same
Trunk, draw near and, kissing,
Form only one flame;
Two tones, from the lute
Struck at once by the hand,
That encounter in space
And harmoniously band;
Two waves, to a strand
Come together to rest,
That, breaking, are crowned
With one silvery crest;
Two wreathings of vapor
That rise from the lake
And, in the sky joining,
One single cloud make;
Two thoughts at once bursting,
Two kisses that touch,
Two echoes that mingle . . .
Our two souls are such.
Translated by Young Allison
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RHYME XXIV. TWO RED TONGUES OF FIRE...
Two red tongues of fire
entwined to the same trunk
they draw near and, when they kiss,
they are one flame;
two notes that the hand
plays on the lute at the same time,
they meet in the air
and harmoniously embrace;
two waves that together
come to die on a beach
and when they break are crowned
by a plume of silver;
two banks of mist
rising from the lake
when they meet up there in the sky
they become one white cloud;
two ideas that are shaped together;
two kisses that mingle together;
two echoes that resound as one:
these are our two souls.
Translated by Guia K. Monti