«Recuerdo»: Emily Brontë; poema y análisis.
Recuerdo (Remembrance) es un poema gótico de la escritora inglesa Emily Brontë (1818-1849), publicado de manera póstuma en la antología: Poemas de Currer, Ellis y Acton Bell (Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell).
Recuerdo es considerado como uno de los mejores poemas de Emily Brontë.
Recuerdo.
Remembrance, Emily Brontë (1818-1849)
Frío en la tierra, y la nieve apilada sobre ti,
Lejos, muy lejos, el frío en la tumba triste.
¿Me he olvidado de amarte, mi único amor,
Cortada al fin por la implacable ruptura del Tiempo?
Ahora, en soledad, ¿mis pensamientos ya no flotan
Sobre los montes, en esa orilla del norte,
Descansando sus alas en las hojas de helecho
Que cubren tu noble corazón eternamente?
Frío en la tierra, y quince diciembres salvajes
Desde los cerros marrones se han derretido en primavera;
¡Fiel, de hecho, es el espíritu que recuerda
Después de esos años de cambio y sufrimiento!
Dulce amor de la juventud, perdonad, si me olvido de ti,
Mientras la marea del mundo me arrastra hacia adelante;
Otros deseos y esperanzas me atormentan,
¡Las esperanzas que oscurecen, pero no pueden borrarte!
Ninguna luz tardía ha iluminado mi cielo,
Ninguna mañana ha vuelto a resplandecer para mí;
Toda mi felicidad vino de tu vida,
Toda mi felicidad yace en la tumba contigo.
Pero cuando los días de sueños dorados perecieron,
E incluso la desesperación fue impotente para destruir,
Aprendí como la existencia podía ser apreciada,
Fortalecida, alimentada sin la ayuda del placer.
Entonces probé las lágrimas de una pasión inútil;
Destetada mi joven alma de tu anhelo póstumo;
Severamente negó su ardiente deseo de acelerar
El descenso hacia esa tumba que será mía.
Y, aún así, no me atrevo a dejarlo languidecer,
No me atrevo a caer en el dolor entusiasta de la memoria;
Una vez bebida profundamente la divina angustia,
¿Cómo podría anhelar el mundo vacío otra vez?
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passion—
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
Emily Brontë (1818-1849)
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passion—
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
Emily Brontë (1818-1849)
Poemas de Emily Brontë. I Poemas de amor.
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