{"id":7334,"date":"2017-12-11T20:21:22","date_gmt":"2017-12-11T19:21:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/?p=7334"},"modified":"2017-12-11T20:21:22","modified_gmt":"2017-12-11T19:21:22","slug":"el-alba-de-los-libros-xli","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nievesviesca.com\/blog\/2017\/12\/11\/el-alba-de-los-libros-xli\/","title":{"rendered":"El alba de los libros (XLI)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI <\/span><\/strong>(Lvov, actualmente Ucrania, 1945) es uno de los poetas contempor\u00e1neos due\u00f1o de\u00a0 una voz plena de matices al acercarnos, con sencilla maestr\u00eda, un resquicio de luz ante el desconsuelo universal que brota en esas diarias ma\u00f1anas que parecen nacerle al ser humano, con la alegre tristeza\u00a0\u00a0 de-los-cristales-rotos.<\/span><\/p>\n

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DICIEMBRE<\/strong><\/span>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Diciembre, enviado de la destrucci\u00f3n,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
te lleva a dar un largo paseo entre<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
negros troncos de \u00e1rboles y hojas<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
quemadas en el fuego de oto\u00f1o<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
como si dijera: mira, as\u00ed son<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
tus secretos, tus tesoros,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
el trino apasionado de los pajarillos,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
las promesas de los meses de verano.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
Se analizaron tus sue\u00f1os, el canto<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
de los mirlos encontr\u00f3 su raz\u00f3n de ser,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
cad\u00e1veres de plantas adornan los herbolarios.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
S\u00f3lo qued\u00f3 un duro hueso de laboratorio.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
No le escuches; te lo pueden quitar todo,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
pero no podr\u00e1n arrebatarte tu ignorancia,<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
no se quedar\u00e1n con el secreto, no te privar\u00e1n<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
de tu tercera patria.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
No le escuches, se acerca la Navidad<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
y el helado enero, un blanco folio de nieve.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
Lo que esperas est\u00e1 naciendo.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n
Aquel que buscas va a cantar.<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n

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Adam Zagajewski<\/strong>, cada poema suyo una isla, una deshabitada isla anhelando un nuevo Cook.<\/span><\/p>\n

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