El PaíS Secret

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El PaíS Secret

  1. 1. El país secret Tota dona de natura reial té un país secret que li és més ver que aquest pàl·lid món extern: a mitjanit quan el silenci l'envolta deixa de banda agulla o llibre i el visita d'amagat aclucant els ulls, ella improvisa una tanca amb cinc barres entre bedolls, salta per sobre, pren possessió. Llavors corre, vola o bé cavalca (un cavall al trot ve a saludar-la) i viatja allà on vol; fa créixer l'herba, fa obrir-se els lliris de botó a flor mentre guaita, i els peixos mengen de la seva mà. ha fundat pobles, ha plantat arbredes, ha buidat valls per rierols que corren frescs a una badia tancada. mai he gosat interrogar el meu amor sobre el governament del seu reialme, sobre la seva geografia. ni l'he seguit entre aquells bedolls encamellant-me sobre la tanca i espiant entre la boira. M'ha promès, però, quan morí, un lloc sota el seu palau privat a una clariana del bosc, on creixen gencianes i violes on de vegades ens trobàrem. Robert graves. Trad. Lucía Graves
  2. 2. The Secret Land Every woman of true royalty owns A secret land more real to her Than this pale outer world: At midnight when the house falls quiet She lays aside needle or book And visiti t unseen Shutting her eyes, she improvises A five-barred gate among tall birches, Vaults over, takes possession. Then runs, or flies, or mounts a horse (a horse will canter up to greet her) and travels where she will. Can make grass grow, coax lilies up From bud to blossom as she watches, Lets fish eat from her palm; Has founded villages, planted groves And hollowed valleys for brooks running Cool to land-locked bay. I never dared question my love About the government of her quenndom Or its geography, Nor followed her between those birches, Setting on leg astride the gate, Spiying into the mist. Yes she has pledged me, when I die, A lodge beneath her private palace In a level clearing of the wood Where gentians grow and gillyflowers And sometimes we may meet Robert Graves

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