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martes, 27 de julio de 2021

Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LA LENGUA






IN NO DIRECTION


To go in no direction
Surely as carelessly,
Walking on the hills alone,
I never found easy.

Either I sent leaf or stick
Twirling in the air,
Whose fall might be prophetic,
Pointing «there»,

Or in superstition
Edged somewhat away
From a sure direction
Yet could not stray,


Or undertook the climb
That I had avoided
Directionless some other time,
Or had not avoided,

Or called as companion
An eyeless ghost
And held his no direction
Till my feet were lost.

Robert Graves.