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(No coinciden en las dos lenguas, algunos poemas en español no están traducidos al inglés)

Proverbs and Songs


I The eye you see is notan eye because you see it;it is an eye because it sees you.

II To talk with someone,ask a question first,then -- listen.

III Narcissismis an ugly fault,and now it's a boring fault too.

IV But look in your mirror for the other one,the other one who walks by your side.

V Between living and dreamingthere is a third thing.Guess it.

VI This Narcissus of ourscan't see his face in the mirrorbecause he has become the mirror.

VII New century? Stillfiring up the same forge?Is the water still going along in its bed?VIII Every instant is Still.

IX The sun in Aries. My windowis open to the cool air.Oh the sound of the water far off!The evening awakens the river.

X In the old farmhouse-- a high tower with storks! --the gregarious sound falls silent,and in the field where no on is,water makes a sound among the rocks.

XI Just as before, I'm interestedin water held in;but now water in livingrock of my chest.

XII When you hear water, does its sound tell youif it's from a mountain or farm,city street, formal garden, or orchard?

XIII What I find surprises me:leaves of the garden balmsmell of lemonwood.

XIV Don't trace out your profile,forget your side view --all that is outer stuff.

XV Look for your other halfwho walks always next to youand tends to be what you aren't.

XVI When spring comes,go to the flowers --why keep on sucking wax?

XVII In my solitudeI have seen things very clearlythat were not true.
XVIII Water is good, so is thirst;shadow is good, so is sun;the honey from the rosemarysad the honey of the bare fields.

XIX Only one creed stands:quod elixum est ne asato.Don't roast what's already boiled.

XX Sing on, sing on, sing on,the cricket in his cagenear his darling tomato.

XXI Form your letters slowly and well:making things wellis more important than making them.

XXII All the same... Ah yes! All the same,moving the legs fast is important,as the snail said to the greyhound.

XXIII There are really men of action now!The marsh was dreamingof its mosquitoes.

XXIV Wake up, you poets:let echoes end,and voices begin.

XXV But don't hunt for dissonance;because, in the end, there is no dissonance.When the sound is heard people dance.
XXVI What the poet is searching foris not the fundamental Ibut the deep you.

XXVII The eyes you're longing for --listen now --the eyes you see yourself inare eyes because they see you.

XXVIII Beyond living and dreamingthere is something more important:waking up.

XXIX Now someone has come up with this!Cogito ergo non sum.What an exaggeration!XXX I thought my fire was out,and stirred the ashes...I burnt my fingers.

XXXI Pay attention now:a heart that's all by itselfis not a heart.

XXXII I've caught a glimpse of him in dreams:expert hunter of himself,every minute in ambush.

XXXIII He caught his bad man:the one who on sunny dayswalks with head down.

XXXIV If a poem becomes common,passed around, hand to hand, it's OK:gold is chosen for coins.
XXXV If it's good to live,then it's better to be asleep dreaming,and best of all,mother, is to awake.

XXXVI Sunlight is good for waking,but I prefer bells --the best thing about morning.

XXXVII Among the figs I am soft.Among the rocks I am hard.That's bad!

XXXVIII When I am alonehow close my friends are;when I am with themhow distant they are!

XXXIX Now, poet, your prophecy?“Tomorrow what is dumb will speak,the human heart and the stone.”

XL But art? It is pure and intense play,so it is like pure and intense life,so it is like pure and intense fire.You'll see the coal burning.