Alientos eternos de la noche
Piezas y poesía para honrar la oscuridad
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Ante el velo de la noche se manifiestan los espíritus, y del cielo bajan las memorias de lo que alguna vez nos habitó. Hoy honramos la esencia de la noche y te compartimos algunos versos y piezas esenciales para celebrar la oscuridad.

Amor fantasma

The Hour and the Ghost, Christina Rossetti (1860)

O love, love, hold me fast,
He draws me away from thee;
I cannot stem the blast,
Nor the cold strong sea:
Far away a light shines
Beyond the hills and pines;
It is lit for me.

Bridegroom

I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the northern light shines clear.

Ghost

Come with me, fair and false,
To our home, come home.
It is my voice that calls:
Once thou wast not afraid
When I woo’d, and said,
‘Come, our nest is newly made’—
Now cross the tossing foam.

Bride

Hold me one moment longer!
He taunts me with the past,
His clutch is waxing stronger;
Hold me fast, hold me fast.
He draws me from thy heart,
And I cannot withhold:
He bids my spirit depart
With him into the cold:—
Oh bitter vows of old!

Bridegroom

Lean on me, hide thine eyes:
Only ourselves, earth and skies,
Are present here: be wise.

Ghost

Lean on me, come away,
I will guide and steady:
Come, for I will not stay:
Come, for house and bed are ready.
Ah sure bed and house,
For better and worse, for life and death,
Goal won with shortened breath!
Come, crown our vows.

Bride

One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my fainting will.
O friend, forsake me not,
Forget not as I forgot:
But keep thy heart for me,
Keep thy faith true and bright;
Through the lone cold winter night
Perhaps I may come to thee.

Bridegroom

Nay peace, my darling, peace:
Let these dreams and terrors cease:
Who spoke of death or change or aught but ease?

Ghost

O fair frail sin,
O poor harvest gathered in!
Thou shalt visit him again
To watch his heart grow cold:
To know the gnawing pain
I knew of old;
To see one much more fair
Fill up the vacant chair,
Fill his heart, his children bear;
While thou and I together,
In the outcast weather,
Toss and howl and spin.

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Some Velvet Morning
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Wuthering Heights
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Cuerpo espectro

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted—, Emily Dickinson (1863)

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted—
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting
External Ghost
Than its interior Confronting —
That Cooler Host.

Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,
The Stones a’chase —
Than Unarmed, one’s a’self encounter —
In lonesome Place —

Ourself behind ourself, concealed —
Should startle most —
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror’s least.

The Body — borrows a Revolver —
He bolts the Door —
O’erlooking a superior spectre —
Or More —

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Circles
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Miradora del tiempo

Ex Libris,  Eleanor Wilner (1997)

By the stream, where the ground is soft

and gives, under the slightest pressure—even

the fly would leave its footprint here

and the paw of the shrew the crescent

of its claws like the strokes of a chisel

in clay; where the lightest chill, lighter

than the least rumor of winter, sets the reeds

to a kind of speaking, and a single drop of rain

leaves a crater to catch the first silver

glint of sun when the clouds slide away

from each other like two tired lovers,

and the light returns, pale, though brightened

by the last chapter of late autumn:

copper, rusted oak, gold aspen, and the red

pages of maple, the wind leafing through to the end

the annals of beech, the slim volumes

of birch, the elegant script of the ferns …

for the birds, it is all

notations for a coda, for the otter

an invitation to the river,

and for the deer—a dream

in which to disappear, light-footed

on the still open book of earth,

adding the marks of their passage,

adding it all in, waiting only

for the first thick flurry of snowflakes

for cover, soft cover that carries

no title, no name.

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Selected poems & fragments
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