Anne Sexton: Poemas de amor. Ben Clark (tr.). Ourense: Linteo, 2009.
La poesía de Anne Sexton es suicida, sensual, apasionada y plena de metáforas de una enérgica potencia visual.
…And all this is metaphor.
An ordinary hand – just lonely
for something to touch
that touches back…
My mouth blooms like a cut…
…I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering…
…I burn the way money burns…
THE INTERROGATION OF THE MAN OF MANY HEARTS
Man of many hearts, you are a fool!
…and every bed has been condemned,
not by morality or law,
but by time.
… and love is where yesterday is at.
IN CELEBRATION OF MY UTERUS
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings…
THE NUDE SWIM
…Water was so bouyant you could
float on your elbow.
I lay on it as on a divan.
I lay on it just like
Matisse’s Red Odalisque…
FOR MY LOVER, RETURNING TO HIS WIFE
… As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
IT IS A SPRING AFTERNOON
…Her body carries clouds all the way home…
Just once I knew what life was for.
… and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.
YOU ALL KNOW THE STORY OF THE OTHER WOMAN
… You know the story too! Look,
when it is over he places her,
like a phone, back on the hook.
MOON SONG, WOMAN SONG
I am alive at night.
I am dead in the morning…
…Turn me over from twelve
to six. Then you taste the ocean…
Being kissed on the back
of the knee is a moth…
Anne Sexton: The Complete Poems. Houghton Mifflin Company Boston.