Traductor invitado

JUSTIN DIFELICIANTONIO TRADUCE A RUBÉN DARÍO



FATALITY



So blessed is the tree, which barely feels its fall,
and even more the rock, for it feels not a thing,
so true that lived pain is greatest of them all,
and conscious grief the pangs that in our mind so ring.

To be, and not to know, to be without a thread,
and fears of having been, and those of future fright…
and certain horrid dread that tomorrow one is dead,
to suffer for a life, and for a shadow nigh

for what we do not know, and what we hardly doubt,
and flesh and blood that lures with fresh and running clumps,
and tomb that waits with flowers, mortal and devout,
and not to know to where we aim,
and nor from where our bodies came!...