Ostende, 31 desembre 1949
Josep Carner
Josep Carner
In kindly indolence, the year ends.
Beneath a mist, by dreams
released,
I make, chancing, what may appear my way,
from destiny and
memory set free.
Contours and colours grow timid, soothed.
Angelic trace, a morning
veil
turns indistinct the frontier track between
sea and sky, road and
park.
Unreal weave, imagined start
of solace for the humble, cheated;
grey
like silver, lighter than ash,
can tame the cruel certainties.
Now it's hard to tell from a distance
if the old plundered trees have any
leaves;
absent glances might come back
behind the darkened windows.
In kindly indolence, the year ends.
Beneath a mist, by dreams
released,
I make, chancing, what may appear my way,
from destiny and
memory set free.
If only the thick shadows lightened,
and I could still find that morning
veil
and, roving, glimpse appearances –in part–
nor fear that I myself am
mist.
Poesia. Barcelona: Quaderns crema, 1992 [1ª publicació: Paliers,
1950].
Traduït per Pearse Hutchinson
