High-night anguish
Josep Carner
High-night anguish,
when the world smells like a paddock,
when the
grove grows to a giant
above the sleeping garden-walks.
The pleasureless moon
spins like a useless coin.
This is the cold,
silent hour,
made of death and forgetting.
Through every sleeping head passes
a weightless, fugitive world
which
doesn’t cry out.
High-night anguish:
to have one spirit only
locked in one only
life.
Carner, Josep. Poesia. Barcelona: Quaderns Crema, 1992.
Translated by Pearse Hutchinson
Pearse Hutchinson
Fragments
A hora foscant - Josep Carner
Angoixa de l’alta nit - Josep Carner
Assaig de càntic en el temple - Salvador Espriu
Cor fidel - Josep Carner
Joc - Pere Quart
Mans - Àlex Susanna
Nadal - Joan Salvat-Papasseit
Oda a Barcelona - Jacint Verdaguer
Ostende, 31 desembre 1949 - Josep Carner
Per a tots nosaltres - Miquel Martí i Pol
Retorn a Catalunya - Josep Carner
Sol - Josep Palau i Fabre
Temps nou - Miquel Martí i Pol
Vacances pagades - Pere Quart
Vistes al mar - Joan Maragall
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