Cor fidel
Josep Carner
Josep Carner
To a grief that goes beyond sense
only the Impossible turns a gentle face.
The pure palace became a heap of stones,
the walls air, the panels
ash.
Marauder in that place of dispossession,
groping, stumbling, slowly
straightening up,
discouragement roams the night,
plundering excitement
and memory.
I know from where the inexhaustible fire
will come to animate the
lifeless dust.
I see the final monument in ruins.
And I shall climb, with no resting-stages,
up to the highroad of runaway
dawn
by what’s left of the stair that leads nowhere.
Poesia. Barcelona: Quaderns crema, 1992 [1ª publicació: Paliers,
1950].
Traduït per Pearse Hutchinson
