{"id":78,"date":"2021-04-20T13:09:25","date_gmt":"2021-04-20T17:09:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/?p=78"},"modified":"2021-04-22T18:49:27","modified_gmt":"2021-04-22T22:49:27","slug":"spanish-isabel-thompson-2024-undeclared-major","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/2021\/04\/20\/spanish-isabel-thompson-2024-undeclared-major\/","title":{"rendered":"Spanish &#8211; Isabel Thompson &#8217;24, undeclared major"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-78-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/New-Recording-2.m4a?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/New-Recording-2.m4a\">https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/New-Recording-2.m4a<\/a><\/audio>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 120px\"><strong>El Despertar<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 120px\"><strong>by Alejandra Pizarnik\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nLa jaula se ha vuelto p\u00e1jaro<br \/>\ny se ha volado<br \/>\ny mi coraz\u00f3n est\u00e1 loco<br \/>\nporque a\u00falla a la muerte<br \/>\ny sonr\u00ede detr\u00e1s del viento<br \/>\na mis delirios<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Qu\u00e9 har\u00e9 con el miedo<br \/>\nQu\u00e9 har\u00e9 con el miedo<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Ya no baila la luz en mi sonrisa<br \/>\nni las estaciones queman palomas en mis ideas<br \/>\nMis manos se han desnudado<br \/>\ny se han ido donde la muerte<br \/>\nense\u00f1a a vivir a los muertos<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nEl aire me castiga el ser<br \/>\nDetr\u00e1s del aire hay monstruos<br \/>\nque beben de mi sangre<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Es el desastre<br \/>\nEs la hora del vac\u00edo no vac\u00edo<br \/>\nEs el instante de poner cerrojo a los labios<br \/>\no\u00edr a los condenados gritar<br \/>\ncontemplar a cada uno de mis nombres<br \/>\nahorcados en la nada.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nTengo veinte a\u00f1os<br \/>\nTambi\u00e9n mis ojos tienen veinte a\u00f1os<br \/>\ny sin embargo no dicen nada<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nHe consumado mi vida en un instante<br \/>\nLa \u00faltima inocencia estall\u00f3<br \/>\nAhora es nunca o jam\u00e1s<br \/>\no simplemente fue<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">\u00bfC\u00f3mo no me suicido frente a un espejo<br \/>\ny desaparezco para reaparecer en el mar<br \/>\ndonde un gran barco me esperar\u00eda<br \/>\ncon las luces encendidas?<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">\u00bfC\u00f3mo no me extraigo las venas<br \/>\ny hago con ellas una escala<br \/>\npara huir al otro lado de la noche?<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">El principio ha dado a luz el final<br \/>\nTodo continuar\u00e1 igual<br \/>\nLas sonrisas gastadas<br \/>\nEl inter\u00e9s interesado<br \/>\nLas preguntas de piedra en piedra<br \/>\nLas gesticulaciones que remedan amor<br \/>\nTodo continuar\u00e1 igual<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Pero mis brazos insisten en abrazar al mundo<br \/>\nporque a\u00fan no les ense\u00f1aron<br \/>\nque ya es demasiado tarde<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nArroja los f\u00e9retros de mi sangre<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Recuerdo mi ni\u00f1ez<br \/>\ncuando yo era una anciana<br \/>\nLas flores mor\u00edan en mis manos<br \/>\nporque la danza salvaje de la alegr\u00eda<br \/>\nles destru\u00eda el coraz\u00f3n<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Recuerdo las negras ma\u00f1anas de sol<br \/>\ncuando era ni\u00f1a<br \/>\nes decir ayer<br \/>\nes decir hace siglos<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nLa jaula se ha vuelto p\u00e1jaro<br \/>\ny ha devorado mis esperanzas<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">Se\u00f1or<br \/>\nLa jaula se ha vuelto p\u00e1jaro<br \/>\nQu\u00e9 har\u00e9 con el miedo<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 240px\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-80 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/tumblr_c79a2fb10f57813847b526fff1e4457c_6a50fd7b_500-Isabel-Thompson-300x244.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"244\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/tumblr_c79a2fb10f57813847b526fff1e4457c_6a50fd7b_500-Isabel-Thompson-300x244.jpg 300w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/tumblr_c79a2fb10f57813847b526fff1e4457c_6a50fd7b_500-Isabel-Thompson.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 120px\"><strong>The Awakening <\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 120px\"><strong>Translator: Andrea Merodeadora<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;padding-left: 120px\">Lord<br \/>\nthe cage has turned into a bird<br \/>\nand it\u2019s flown away<br \/>\nand my heart is crazy<br \/>\n\u2018cause it howls at Death<br \/>\nand smiles from behind the wind<br \/>\nat my delusions<br \/>\nWhat will I do with the fear<br \/>\nWhat will I do with the fear<br \/>\nLight doesn\u2019t dance in my smile anymore<br \/>\nand the seasons are burning doves in my ideas<br \/>\nMy hands have stripped themselves naked<br \/>\nand they\u2019ve gone where Death<br \/>\nteaches how to live to the dead<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nThe air punishes my being<br \/>\nBehind the air there are monsters<br \/>\nthat drink from my blood<br \/>\nIt\u2019s the disaster<br \/>\nIt\u2019s the hour of the void not void<br \/>\nIt\u2019s the instant to put a lock on the lips<br \/>\nto hear the yelling of the damned<br \/>\nto contemplate each and every one of my names<br \/>\nhanging in the emptiness<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nI\u2019m twenty years old<br \/>\nmy eyes, too, are twenty years old<br \/>\nand yet, they don\u2019t say anything<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nI\u2019ve consumed my life in an instant<br \/>\nThe last innocence exploded<br \/>\nNow is never or nevermore<br \/>\nor it simply was<br \/>\nHow do I not commit suicide in front of a mirror<br \/>\nand disappear to reappear in the sea<br \/>\nwhere a big boat would wait for me<br \/>\nwith the lights on?<br \/>\nHow do I not rip out my own veins<br \/>\nand build with them a ladder<br \/>\nto escape towards the other side of the night?<br \/>\nThe beginning has birthed the end<br \/>\nEverything will remain the same<br \/>\nThe worn out smiles<br \/>\nThe selfish interest<br \/>\nThe questions from stone to stone<br \/>\nThe gesticulations that mimic love<br \/>\nEverything will remain the same<br \/>\nBut my arms insist on embracing the world<br \/>\nbecause they haven\u2019t been taught<br \/>\nthat it\u2019s already too late<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nThrow the caskets from my blood<br \/>\nI remember my childhood<br \/>\nwhen I was an old woman<br \/>\nThe flowers died in my hands<br \/>\nbecause the savage dance of joy<br \/>\ndestroyed their hearts<br \/>\nI remember the black sunny mornings<br \/>\nwhen I was a little girl<br \/>\nwhich means yesterday<br \/>\nwhich means centuries ago<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nthe cage has turned into a bird<br \/>\nand it\u2019s devoured my hopes<br \/>\nLord<br \/>\nthe cage has turned into a bird<br \/>\nWhat will I do with the fear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El Despertar by Alejandra Pizarnik\u00a0 Se\u00f1or La jaula se ha vuelto p\u00e1jaro y se ha volado y mi coraz\u00f3n est\u00e1 loco porque a\u00falla a la muerte y sonr\u00ede detr\u00e1s del viento a mis delirios Qu\u00e9 har\u00e9 con el miedo Qu\u00e9 har\u00e9 con el miedo Ya no baila la luz en mi sonrisa ni las estaciones <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/2021\/04\/20\/spanish-isabel-thompson-2024-undeclared-major\/\"> read more <span 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