Facebook Twitter
Portada > Literatura universal en català > Denise Levertov > Sospir urgent

Urgent Whisper

It could be the râle of Earth’s tight chest,
her lungs scarred from old fevers, and she asleep-

but there’s no news from the seismographs,
the crystal pendant
hangs plumb from its hook;

and yet at times (and I whisper because
it’s a fearful thing I tell you)
a subtle shudder has passed
from outside me into my bones,

up from the ground beneath me,
beneath this house, beneath
the road and the trees:

a silent delicate trembling no one has spoken of,
as if a beaten child or a captive animal
lay waiting the next blow.

It comes from the Earth herself, I tell you,
Earth herself. I whisper
because I’m ashamed. Isn’t the earth our mother?
Isn’t it we who’ve brought
this terror upon her?

Denise Levertov,
Denise Levertov
Fragments
A la caça del Fènix
Montserrat Abelló
Cançó del vent
Montserrat Abelló
El bon somni
Montserrat Abelló
La pluja
Montserrat Abelló
Sospir urgent
Montserrat Abelló
Bibliografia
Cercador d’autors
A-B-C-D - E-F-G - H - I
J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R
S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z
Amb el suport de: