Anne Sexton | La
balada de la masturbadora solitaria
[traducción: Griselda García]
El
final del asunto siempre es la muerte.
Ella
es mi taller. Ojo resbaloso,
fuera
de la tribu de mí misma, mi aliento
ve
que no estás. Horrorizo
a
los que pasan. Estoy saciada.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
Dedo
a dedo, ahora es mía.
No
está tan lejos. Es mi encuentro.
La
toco como a una campana. Me reclino
en
el tocador donde solías montarla.
Me
usaste sobre la manta floreada.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
Tomá
como ejemplo esta noche, mi amor,
en
la que cada una de las parejas se une
en
un revolcón abajo, arriba,
el
par abundante en espuma y pluma,
arrodillándose
y empujando, cabeza a cabeza.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
De
esta forma me escapo de mi cuerpo,
un
milagro irritante. ¿Podría
exhibir
el mercado de los sueños?
Estoy
extendida. Crucifico.
Mi
pequeña ciruela, le decías.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
Entonces
llegó mi rival de ojos negros.
La
dama de agua, levantándose en la playa,
un
piano en la yema de los dedos, vergüenza
en
los labios y voz de flauta.
En
cambio yo fui la escoba chueca.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
Ella
te agarró como una mujer agarra
un
vestido de liquidación de un estante
y
yo me rompí como se rompe una piedra.
Te
devuelvo tus libros y tu equipo de pesca.
El
diario de hoy dice que se casaron.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
Chicos
y chicas son uno esta noche.
Se
desabotonan blusas. Se bajan cierres.
Se
sacan zapatos. Apagan la luz.
Las
brillantes criaturas están llenas de mentiras.
Se
comen mutuamente. Están saciadas.
De
noche, sola, me caso con la cama.
The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator
The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Finger to finger, now she's mine.
She's not too far. She's my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She's not too far. She's my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute's speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute's speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
She took you the way a women takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today's paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today's paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Traducción: Griselda García.
N.B.: Esta traducción está en constante revisión.
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