Simultaneously, as soundlessly,
\nSpontaneously, suddenly
\nAs, at the vaunt of the dawn, the kind
\nGates of the body fly open
\nTo its world beyond, the gates of the mind,
\nThe horn gate and the ivory gate
\nSwing to, swing shut, instantaneously
\nQuell the nocturnal rummage
\nOf its rebellious fronde, ill-favored,
\nIll-natured and second-rate,
\nDisenfranchised, widowed and orphaned
\nBy an historical mistake:
\nRecalled from the shades to be a seeing being,
\nFrom absence to be on display,
\nWithout a name or history I wake
\nBetween my body and the day.<\/p>\n
Holy this moment, wholly in the right,
\nAs, in complete obedience
\nTo the light’s laconic outcry, next
\nAs a sheet, near as a wall,
\nOut there as a mountain’s poise of stone,
\nThe world is present, about,
\nAnd I know that I am, here, not alone
\nBut with a world and rejoice
\nUnvexed, for the will has still to claim
\nThis adjacent arm as my own,
\nThe memory to name me, resume
\nIts routine of praise and blame
\nAnd smiling to me is this instant while
\nStill the day is intact, and I
\nThe Adam sinless in our beginning,
\nAdam still previous to any act.
\nI draw breath; this is of course to wish
\nNo matter what, to be wise,
\nTo be different, to die and the cost,
\nNo matter how, is Paradise
\nLost of course and myself owing a death:
\nThe eager ridge, the steady sea,
\nThe flat roofs of the fishing village
\nStill asleep in its bunny,
\nThough as fresh and sunny still are not friends
\nBut things to hand, this ready flesh
\nNo honest equal, but my accomplice now
\nMy assassin to be, and my name
\nStands for my historical share of care
\nFor a lying self-made city,
\nAfraid of our living task, the dying
\nWhich the coming day will ask.<\/p>\n
Simult\u00e0niament, tan calladament,
\nespont\u00e0niament, sobtadament
\ncom llavors que al fast de l’alba els gentils
\nportals del cos s’obren de bat a bat
\nal m\u00f3n d’enll\u00e0, els portals de la ment,
\nel portal de corn i el de vori,
\nes tanquen d’una revolada, tot d’una
\nsufoquen l’escorcoll nocturn
\nde la Fronda rebel, malcarada,
\nmalintencionada i de poc bra\u00e7,
\nsense dret de vot, v\u00eddua i \u00f2rfena
\nper un error hist\u00f2ric:
\nevocat de l’ombra per veure-hi clar,
\nde l’abs\u00e8ncia a la manifestaci\u00f3,
\nsense nom ni hist\u00f2ria em desperto jo
\nentre el meu cos i el dia.<\/p>\n
Sant aquest moment, perfectament a dins
\ndel dret vial, llavors que en total
\nobedi\u00e8ncia al clam lac\u00f2nic de la llum,
\nimmediat com un llen\u00e7ol, prop com una paret,
\nall\u00e0 fora, amb el petri aplom d’una muntanya
\nel m\u00f3n \u00e9s present, circumstant,
\ni s\u00e9 que no s\u00f3c sol, aqu\u00ed,
\nans amb un m\u00f3n i m’alegro,
\nsense cap greuge, que la voluntat no hagi reclamat
\nencara com a seu aquest bra\u00e7 que jeu al meu costat,
\nque la mem\u00f2ria no m’hagi anomenat, ni hagi repr\u00e8s
\nla rutina del blasme i la lloan\u00e7a
\ni aquest instant em somrigui quan
\nel dia resta encara intacte i s\u00f3c
\nl’Adam sens pecat del nostre comen\u00e7ament
\nl’Adam anterior a tot acte.
\nPrenc al\u00e8; i aix\u00f2 vol dir, \u00e9s clar, desitjar
\nsigui el que sigui, \u00e9sser assenyat,
\n\u00e9sser diferent, morir, i el preu que cal pagar,
\ncomsevulla que sigui, \u00e9s el Parad\u00eds
\nperdut, \u00e9s clar, i la mort de qu\u00e8 s\u00f3c deutor:
\nla carena desficiosa, el mar impertorbable,
\nles llises teulades del poblet de pescadors
\nencara adormit a la calanca,
\nb\u00e9 que frescs i assolellats no s\u00f3n encara amics
\nsin\u00f3 coses abstables, aquesta carn prompte
\nno \u00e9s pas l’honrat igual ans el seu c\u00f2mplice ara,
\nel meu futur assass\u00ed, i el meu nom
\nrepresenta la part hist\u00f2rica de neguit que em toca
\nper un falsa ciutat feta sola,
\nesfere\u00efda de la tasca del nostre viure, el morir
\nque el dia que s’apropa reclamar\u00e0.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Simultaneously, as soundlessly, Spontaneously, suddenly As, at the vaunt of the dawn, the kind Gates of the body fly open To its world beyond, the gates of the mind, The horn gate and the ivory gate Swing to, swing shut, instantaneously Quell the nocturnal rummage Of its rebellious fronde, ill-favored, Ill-natured and second-rate, Disenfranchised, widowed … <\/p>\n