{"id":95,"date":"2021-04-20T16:56:05","date_gmt":"2021-04-20T20:56:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/?p=95"},"modified":"2021-04-20T21:48:19","modified_gmt":"2021-04-21T01:48:19","slug":"spanish-amiel-el-williams-class-2024-major-undeclared","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/2021\/04\/20\/spanish-amiel-el-williams-class-2024-major-undeclared\/","title":{"rendered":"Spanish &#8211; Amiel &#8220;El&#8221; Williams &#8217;24, major undeclared"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-95-1\" 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\/Poema-20-Pablo-Neruda-Amiel-Williams.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/Poema-20-Pablo-Neruda-Amiel-Williams.mp3\">https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/Poema-20-Pablo-Neruda-Amiel-Williams.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\"><strong>Poema 20 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\"><strong>by Pablo Neruda (original language: Espa\u00f1ol)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Puedo escribir los versos m\u00e1s tristes esta noche.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Escribir, por ejemplo: &#8220;La noche est\u00e1 estrellada,<br \/>\ny tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Puedo escribir los versos m\u00e1s tristes esta noche.<br \/>\nYo la quise, y a veces ella tambi\u00e9n me quiso.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">En las noches como \u00e9sta la tuve entre mis brazos.<br \/>\nLa bes\u00e9 tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Ella me quiso, a veces yo tambi\u00e9n la quer\u00eda.<br \/>\nC\u00f3mo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Puedo escribir los versos m\u00e1s tristes esta noche.<br \/>\nPensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">O\u00edr la noche inmensa, m\u00e1s inmensa sin ella.<br \/>\nY el verso cae al alma como al pasto el roc\u00edo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Qu\u00e9 importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.<br \/>\nLa noche est\u00e1 estrellada y ella no est\u00e1 conmigo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.<br \/>\nMi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.<br \/>\nMi coraz\u00f3n la busca, y ella no est\u00e1 conmigo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos \u00e1rboles.<br \/>\nNosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cu\u00e1nto la quise.<br \/>\nMi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su o\u00eddo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">De otro. Ser\u00e1 de otro. Como antes de mis besos.<br \/>\nSu voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.<br \/>\nEs tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Porque en noches como \u00e9sta la tuve entre mis brazos,<br \/>\nMi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Aunque \u00e9ste sea el \u00faltimo dolor que ella me causa,<br \/>\ny \u00e9stos sean los \u00faltimos versos que yo le escribo.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-97\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/IMG_1335-Amiel-Williams-139x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"139\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/IMG_1335-Amiel-Williams-139x300.jpg 139w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/IMG_1335-Amiel-Williams-473x1024.jpg 473w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/536\/2021\/04\/IMG_1335-Amiel-Williams.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 139px) 100vw, 139px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\"><strong>Poem 20<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\"><strong>Translated by Stephen Tapscott<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">I can write the saddest verses of all tonight.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Write, for instance: &#8220;The night is full of stars,<br \/>\nand the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">I can write the saddest verses of all tonight.<br \/>\nI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">On nights like this, I held her in my arms.<br \/>\nI kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">She loved me, sometimes I loved her.<br \/>\nHow could I not have loved her large, still eyes?<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br \/>\nTo think I don&#8217;t have her. To feel that I&#8217;ve lost her.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">To hear the immense night, more immense without her.<br \/>\nAnd the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">What does it matter that my love couldn&#8217;t keep her.<br \/>\nThe night is full of stars and she is not with me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">That&#8217;s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.<br \/>\nMy soul is lost without her.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.<br \/>\nMy heart searches for her and she is not with me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">The same night that whitens the same trees.<br \/>\nWe, we who were, we are the same no longer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.<br \/>\nMy voice searched the wind to touch her ear.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Someone else&#8217;s. She will be someone else&#8217;s. As she once<br \/>\nbelonged to my kisses.<br \/>\nHer voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.<br \/>\nLove is so short and oblivion so long.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,<br \/>\nmy soul is lost without her.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Although this may be the last pain she causes me,<br \/>\nand these may be the last verses I write for her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poema 20 by Pablo Neruda (original language: Espa\u00f1ol) Puedo escribir los versos m\u00e1s tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: &#8220;La noche est\u00e1 estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.&#8221; El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos m\u00e1s tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/2021\/04\/20\/spanish-amiel-el-williams-class-2024-major-undeclared\/\"> read more <span class=\"meta-nav\"><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":319,"featured_media":97,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/319"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":185,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95\/revisions\/185"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/97"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/virtual-international-poetry-day\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}