Poesía - Thomas Hardy

No conocía la existencia de este autor hasta que una de mis mejores amigas me ha traído un libro después de su viaje por Europa.

Os dejo uno de los pocos poemas que me he leído y me ha encantado, me iba aventurar a una traducción chapucera, pero es que me cargo con ello toda la poesía y la magia de este poema.


She opened the door

She opened the door of the west to me,
with its loud sea-lashings,
and Cliff-side clashings
of waters rife revelry.

She opened the door of romance to me,
the door from a cell,
i had known too well,
too long, till then, and was fain to flee.

She opened the door of love to me,
that passed the wry
world-welters by
as far as the arching blue the lea.

She opens the door of the past to me,
its magic lights,
its heavenly heights,
when forward Little is too see!