tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441276614934751920.post6900129348431826521..comments2024-03-27T09:13:17.504+01:00Comments on el blog de josé antonio del pozo: AutorretratoJosé Antonio del Pozohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15758493813948542149noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441276614934751920.post-25585499945536013162017-03-21T17:44:11.980+01:002017-03-21T17:44:11.980+01:00Muchas gracias, E: celebro que mi autorretrato hay...Muchas gracias, E: celebro que mi autorretrato haya sido de tu agrado. ¡Me encanta tu Kipling! Gracias.José Antonio del Pozohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15758493813948542149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441276614934751920.post-27782930656118262442017-03-21T16:59:52.941+01:002017-03-21T16:59:52.941+01:00Buenas tardes escritor.
No puedo menos que aplaud...Buenas tardes escritor.<br /><br />No puedo menos que aplaudir tu decisión. Mejor...imposible.<br /><br />Como no soy poeta ni escritora, siempre voy de prestado. Acudo a <b>Kipling</b> para el homenaje. Te felicito en conjunto por todo: día del padre, San José ...la primavera...tu autorretrato...Va el poema original, traducciones hay par dar y tomar. Así que...<i>read!!</i><br /><br /><i>If you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, <br />But make allowance for their doubting too;<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, <br />Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,<br />Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br />And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:<br /><br />If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;<br />If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster <br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breathe a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,<br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute <br />With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,<br />And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!</i><br /><br />Source:<i>A Choice of Kipling's Verse</i>(1943)<br />en poetryfoundation <br /><br />Buena tarde.<br /><br />EEnoreply@blogger.com