Retorn a Catalunya
Josep Carner
Josep Carner
Now I can see our pine-tree upon the fiery hills,
oh people making your
way through the golden fields,
the ancient humble force that makes us
brothers
takes me off guard like a wine.
(And your wild outburst, Catalan
girl, is live
like flowering broom or dark blue sea.)
How you smile in the evening hours, white farms,
among companionable
ricks,
and each farmstead in a small space achieves
wood, vine, and
wheat, three fringing poplars.
Losing myself in ravines and valleys,
I’d like to sing your praises, land
of well-being!
among dark things and lives forgotten,
like a cricket
singing on some secluded path.
CARNER, Josep. Obres completes. Barcelona: Selecta,
1968.
Traduït per Pearse Hutchinson
