self-portrait::autorretrato
Self-Portrait
He wants to be
a brutal old man,
an aggressive old man,
as dull, as brutal
as the emptiness around him,
He doesn’t want compromise,
nor to be ever nice
to anyone. Just mean,
and final in his brutal,
his total, rejection of it all.
He tried the sweet,
the gentle, the “oh,
let’s hold hands together”
and it was awful,
dull, brutally inconsequential.
Now he’ll stand on
his own dwindling legs.
His arms, his skin,
shrink daily. And
he loves, but hates equally.
Autorretrato
Él quiere ser
un viejo cruel,
un viejo hostil,
tan anodino, tan salvaje
como el vacío a su alrededor,
él no quiere compromisos,
ni ser bueno nunca
con nadie. Solamente ruin,
y definitivo en su brutal,
total, rechazo de todo.
Probó lo dulce,
lo amable, el “oh,
dame la mano”
y fue espantoso,
aburrido, brutalmente intrascendente.
Ahora se va a parar
sobre sus propias piernas que declinan.
Sus brazos, su piel,
día a día se arrugan. Y
ama, pero odia por igual.
Robert Creeley
Versión de Sandra Toro
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