Wednesday, July 12, 2006

For a Version of I Ching

The imminent is immutable
As rigid yeserday. There is no matter
That rates more than a single, silent letter
In the eternal and inscrutable
Writing whose book is time. He who believes
He's left his home already has come back.
Life is a future and well-travelled track.
Nothing dismisses us. Nothing leaves.
Do not give up. The prison is bereft
Of light, its fabric is incessant iron,
But in some corner of your mean environs
You might discover a mistake, a cleft.
The road is fatal as an arrow's flight
But God is watching in the narrowest light.
(1976)

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El porvenir es tan irrevocable
Como el rigido ayer. No hay una cosa
Que no sea una letra silenciosa
De la eterna escritura indescrifrable
Cuyo libro es el tiempo. Quien se aleja
De su casa ys ha vuelto. Nuestra vida
Es la senda futura y recorrida.
Nada nos dice adios. Nada nos deja.
No te rindas. la ergastula es oscura,
la firme trama es da incesante hierro
puede haber un descuido, una hendidura,
El camino es fatal como la flecha
Pero en las grietas esta Dios, que acecha.
(1976)

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