divendres, 21 de març de 2014

Celebrem el dia mundial de la poesia

Algú ha decidit que avui és el dia mundial de la poesia, així que aprofitem l'excusa per escampar uns quants versos. Aquests és un dels meus poemes preferits. Ja em perdonareu que no sigui d'un autor català, que estigui en VO, i que sigui una mica ranci pels estàndards actuals. Però a mi em sembla una descripció de la vida i la mort difícil de superar. Enjoy!


LO! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years.
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.


Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly;
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their condor wings
Invisible Woe.
That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot;
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.


But see amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude:
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And over each quivering form
In human gore imbued.


Out—out are the lights—out all!
And over each quivering form
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.


Edgar A. Poe


Si heu arribat fins aquí, aprofiteu per escoltar la versió (en directe) que en va fer el meu grup fa uns anys, una de les nostres millors cançons, crec.

3 comentaris:

XeXu ha dit...

Tu també, fill meu?

Salvador Macip ha dit...

No et queixis, XeXu, que és gratis i no fa mal a ningú! :)

Olga Xirinacs ha dit...

Déu n'hi do, del poema.
La poesia habita el teu cervell, aquest sí acollidor en les variades tempestes.
Una abraçada.