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{ Thursday, April 10, 2008 * }
Wake up. Day calls you
Wake up. Day calls you to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum night and the darkness that covered your body for which light waited on tiptoe in the dawn.
Stand up, affirm the straight simple will to be a pure slender virgin.
Test your bodys metal. cold, heat?
Your blood will tell against the snow, or behind the window.
The colour in your cheeks will tell.
And look at people.
Rest doing no more than adding your perfection to another day.
Your task is to carry your life high, and play with it, hurl it like a voice to the clouds so it may retrieve the light already gone from us.
That is your fate: to live
Do nothing.
Your work is you, nothing more.
Pedro Salinas 1891-1951 translated by Willis Barnstone
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{ Thursday, April 10, 2008 * }
Wake up. Day calls you
Wake up. Day calls you to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum night and the darkness that covered your body for which light waited on tiptoe in the dawn.
Stand up, affirm the straight simple will to be a pure slender virgin.
Test your bodys metal. cold, heat?
Your blood will tell against the snow, or behind the window.
The colour in your cheeks will tell.
And look at people.
Rest doing no more than adding your perfection to another day.
Your task is to carry your life high, and play with it, hurl it like a voice to the clouds so it may retrieve the light already gone from us.
That is your fate: to live
Do nothing.
Your work is you, nothing more.
Pedro Salinas 1891-1951 translated by Willis Barnstone
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{ Thursday, April 10, 2008 * }
Wake up. Day calls you
Wake up. Day calls you to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum night and the darkness that covered your body for which light waited on tiptoe in the dawn.
Stand up, affirm the straight simple will to be a pure slender virgin.
Test your bodys metal. cold, heat?
Your blood will tell against the snow, or behind the window.
The colour in your cheeks will tell.
And look at people.
Rest doing no more than adding your perfection to another day.
Your task is to carry your life high, and play with it, hurl it like a voice to the clouds so it may retrieve the light already gone from us.
That is your fate: to live
Do nothing.
Your work is you, nothing more.
Pedro Salinas 1891-1951 translated by Willis Barnstone