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Pablo Neruda / Oda a la bella desnuda

ODA A LA BELLA DESNUDA

Con casto corazón, con ojos
puros,
te celebro, belleza,
reteniendo la sangre
para que surja y siga
la línea, tu contorno,
para
que te acuestes a mi oda
como en tierra de bosques o de espuma,
en aroma terrestre
o en música marina.

Bella desnuda,
igual
tus pies arqueados
por un antiguo golpe
de viento o del sonido
que tus orejas,
caracolas mínimas
del espléndido mar americano.
Iguales son tus pechos
de paralela plenitud, colmados
por la luz de la vida.
Iguales son
volando
tus párpados de trigo
que descubren
o cierran
dos países profundos en tus ojos.

La línea que tu espalda
ha dividido
en pálidas regiones
se pierde y surge
en dos tersas mitades
de manzana,
y sigue separando tu hermosura
en dos columnas
de oro quemado, de alabastro fino,
a perderse en tus pies como en dos uvas,
desde donde otra vez arde y se eleva
el árbol doble de tu simetría,
fuego florido, candelabro abierto,
turgente fruta erguida
sobre el pacto del mar y de la tierra.

Tu cuerpo, en qué materia,
ágata, cuarzo, trigo,
se plasmó, fue subiendo
como el pan se levanta
de la temperatura
y señaló colinas
plateadas,
valles de un solo pétalo, dulzuras
de profundo terciopelo,
hasta quedar cuajada
la fina y firme forma femenina?

No sólo es luz que cae
sobre el mundo
lo que alarga en tu cuerpo
su nieve sofocada,
sino que se desprende
de ti la claridad como si fueras
encendida por dentro.

Debajo de tu piel vive la luna.

(1954)

Pablo Neruda





ODE TO A NAKED BEAUTY

With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.

Nakedly beautiful,
whether it is your feet, arching
at a primal touch
of sound or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral shells
from the splendour of America's oceans.
Your breasts also,
of equal fullness, overflowing
with the living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.

The line of your back
separating you
falls away into paler regions
then surges
to the smooth hemispheres
of an apple,
and goes splitting
your loveliness
into two pillars
of burnt gold, pure alabaster,
to be lost in the twin clusters of your feet,
from which, once more, lifts and takes fire
the double tree of your symmetry:
flower of fire, open circle of candles,
swollen fruit raised
over the meeting of earth and ocean.

Your body - from what substances
agate, quartz, ears of wheat,
did it flow, was it gathered,
rising like bread
in the warmth,
and signalling hills
silvered,
valleys of a single petal, sweetnesses
of velvet depth,
until the pure, fine, form of woman
thickened
and rested there?

It is not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as brightness, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
burning inside.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

(1954)

Pablo Neruda





ODE TO A BEAUTIFUL NUDE

With a chaste heart,
with pure eyes,
I celebrate your beauty
holding the leash of blood
so that it might leap out
and trace your outline
Where
you lie down in my Ode
as in a land of forests, or in surf:
in aromatic loam
or in sea music

Beautiful nude
equally beautiful
your feet
arched by primeval tap
of wind or sound;
your ears
small shells
of the splendid American sea;
your breasts
of level plentitude full-
filled by living light;
your flying
eyelids of wheat
revealing
or enclosing
the two deep countries of your eyes.

The line your shoulders
have divided
into pale regions
loses itself and blends
into the compact halves
of an apple,
continues separating
your beauty down
into two columns
of burnished gold, fine alabaster,
to sink into the two grapes of your feet,
where your twin symmetrical tree
burns again and rises:
flowering fire, open chandelier,
a swelling fruit
over the pact of sea and earth .

From what materials--
agate, quartz, wheat--
did your body come together,
swelling like baking bread
to signal silvered
hills,
the cleavage of one petal,
sweet fruits of a deep velvet,
until alone remained,
astonished,
the fine and firm feminine form?

It is not only light that falls
over the world,
spreading inside your body
its suffocated snow,
so much is clarity
taking its leave of you
as if you were
on fire within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

(1954)

Pablo Neruda

Translated by Nathaniel Tarn





ODE ALLA BELLA NUDA

Con casto cuore, con occhi
puri,
ti celebro, bellezza,
trattenendo il sangue
perché sorga e segua
la linea, il tuo contorno,
perché
tu entri nella mia ode
come in terra di boschi o in schiuma:
in aroma terrestre
o in musica marina.

Bella nuda,
uguali i tuoi piedi arcuati
per un antico colpo
di vento e del suono
che tu origliasti,
chiocciole minime
dello splendido mare americano.
Uguali sono i tuoi petti
di parallela pienezza, ripieni
delle luce della vita,
uguali
volano
le tue palpebre di frumento
che scoprono
e nascondono
due paesi profondi nei tuoi occhi.

La linea che la tua schiena
ha diviso
in pallide regioni
si perde e sorge
in due limpide metà
di mela
e continua
separando
la tua bellezza
in due colonne
di oro bruciato, di alabastro fino,
a perdersi nei tuoi piedi come in due uve,
da dove nuovamente arde e si eleva
l'albero doppio della tua simmetria,
fuoco florido, candelabro aperto,
turgida frutta alzata
sopra il patto del mare e della terra.

Il tuo corpo, in quale materia,
agata, quarzo, frumento,
si plasmò, crebbe
come del pane si alza
la temperatura,
e segnalò colline
argentate,
valli di un solo petalo, dolcezze
di profondo velluto,
fino a rimanere cagliata
la fine e ferma forma femminile?

Non soltanto è luce che cade
sopra il mondo
quella che allunga sul tuo corpo
la sua neve soffocata,
finché si stacca
da te la chiarezza come se fosse
incendiata da dentro.

Sotto la tua pelle vive la luna.

(1954)

Pablo Neruda





"Temiz bir kalple
Saf gözlerle
Güzelliğini övüyorum
Kandan tasma elimde
Sıçrayıp bedenine
Sürülür siye
Orman ya da dalga köpüğünde
Uzanır gibi uzanıyorsun şiirimde.
Kokulu toprakta ya da denizin müziğinde."

Pablo Neruda - (Şiir kısmi)


The Palm, 2001, by Sylvie Blum




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