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| Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer -Rima LI. Olas gigantes que os rompéis bramando...- |
| martes, 15 de mayo de 2007 |
Rima LI. Olas gigantes que os rompéis bramando...
Olas gigantes que os rompéis bramando
en las playas desiertas y remotas,
envuelto entre la sábana de espumas,
¡llevadme con vosotras!
Ráfagas de huracán que arrebatáis
del alto bosque las marchitas hojas,
arrastrado en el ciego torbellino,
¡llevadme con vosotras!
Nube de tempestad que rompe el rayo
y en fuego ornáis las sangrientas orlas,
arrebatado entre la niebla oscura,
¡llevadme con vosotras!.
Llevadme, por piedad, a donde el vértigo
con la razón me arranque la memoria.
¡Por piedad! ¡Tengo miedo de quedarme
con mi dolor a solas!
Rhyme LI. Giant waves that break with a roar...
Giant waves that break with a roar
on distant deserted shores,
wrap me in a sheet of foam
and carry me away!
Hurricane gusts that blow away
dry leaves from the lofty wood,
drag me in a whirlwind across the sky
and carry me away!
Storm clouds that the lightning breaks,
you tip with fire your tattered edges,
drag me through the darkening mists
and carry me away!
Have pity, take me where vertigo
will take my memory and my reason...
Have pity! I am frightened to be alone
with my grief, alone, alone!
Translated by Brian ColeEtiquetas: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer |
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RHYME LI. GIGANTIC WAVES WHOT THROW YOURSELVES...
Gigantic waves who throw yourselves roaring
Onto the remote deserted beaches
Enveloped among blankets of foam,
Take me with you!
Blasts of the hurricane that tear
from the high woods the shrivelled leaves
Dragging them along in the blind whirlwind,
Take me with you!
Storm clouds broken by lightning
And decorating in fire the broken surf
Snatched from the dark mist
Take me with you!
Take me, for pity’s sake, to where vertigo
Can tear out memory and reason.
For pity’s sake!..I am afraid to remain
Alone with my grief, alone with my grief!
Translated by Terry Rooney
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RHYME LI. GIGANTIC WAVES THAT BREAK...
Gigantic waves that break roaring
on remote and deserted beaches,
wrapped in sheets of foam,
take me with you!
Gusts of hurricane that snatch
the withered leaves of the high forest,
dragging them along in a blind whirlwind,
take me with you!
Storm clouds shattered by lightning
and whose bloody borders explode in flame,
enthralling among the dark mists,
take me with you!
Have mercy and take me to where dizziness,
with reason, can extinguish my memory.
Have mercy! I am scared to be left
alone with my sorrow!
Translated by H. Landman
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RHYME LI. GIGANTIC WAVES WHOT THROW YOURSELVES...
Gigantic waves who throw yourselves roaring
Onto the remote deserted beaches
Enveloped among blankets of foam,
Take me with you!
Blasts of the hurricane that tear
from the high woods the shrivelled leaves
Dragging them along in the blind whirlwind,
Take me with you!
Storm clouds broken by lightning
And decorating in fire the broken surf
Snatched from the dark mist
Take me with you!
Take me, for pity’s sake, to where vertigo
Can tear out memory and reason.
For pity’s sake!..I am afraid to remain
Alone with my grief, alone with my grief!
Translated by Terry Rooney