miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2009

TENNESSEE WILLIAMS - Life Story

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Life Story

by Tennessee Williams

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After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
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sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
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You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
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there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with the mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all along,
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and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
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Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.

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Hermoso poema de Tennessee Williams, uno de los escritores a los que siempre regreso. Hermoso, real, duro, sarcástico, insospechable e insospechado. Me encanta que se ría de mí. Al fin y al cabo, eso es también la vida. ¿O no?

1 comentario:

Margarita Garcia Alonso dijo...

si, sin dudas...

me gustaria mucho leer tu traduccion, aunque fuera aqui en la trastienda, sabes que no me gustan las traducciones, y prefiero acompañarme de un diccionario, pero como lo sientes, en poeta, me gustaria leerla.. besos