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I
Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light,
Of light and love the tempers of the heart,
Whack their boys' limbs,
And, winding-footed in their shawl and sheet,
Groom the dark brides, the widows of the night
Fold in their arms.
II
In this our age the gunman and his moll
Two one-dimensional ghosts, love on a reel,
Strange to our solid eye,
And speak their midnight nothings as they swell;
When cameras shut they hurry to their hole
down in the yard of day.
III
Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which
Shall fall awake when cures and their itch
Raise up this red-eyed earth?
Pack off the shapes of daylight and their starch,
The sunny gentlemen, the Welshing rich,
Or drive the night-geared forth.
IV
This is the world; the lying likeness of
Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move
Loving and being loth;
The dream that kicks the buried from their sack
And lets their trash be honoured as the quick.
This is the world. Have faith.
I
Nuestros sueos de eunuco, sin semillas en la luz,
de luz y amor, los vaivenes del corazn,
castigan los miembros de sus hijos,
y amortajados su manto y su sbana,
acicalan a las novias oscuras, las viudas de la noche
presas entre sus brazos.
II
III
Cul es el mundo? Cul de nuestros dos modos de dormir
despertar cuando el blsamo y su sarna
levanten esta tierra de ojos rojos?
Desatar las formas del da y sus aprestos,
los seores soleados, los ricachos galeses,
o impulsar a quienes se atavan en la noche.
IV
Este es el mundo: la engaosa semejanza
de nuestras trizas de materia que caen como harapos
desde los ademanes del amor y el rechazo;
el sueo que echa a los enterrados de su bolsa
venera a estos despojos tanto como a los vivos.
Este es el mundo. Tened fe.
2
Morphia drowsed, again I lay
5
In a crater by High Wood:
He was there with straddling legs,
Staring eyes as big as eggs,
Purring as he lapped my blood,
3
His black bulk darkening the day,
0
With a voice cruel and flat,
Cat! Cat! Cat! Cat! he said, Cat! Cat!