En La Muerte De Un Poeta (With English Translation)

Poem By Ruben Dario

El pensador llegó a la barca negra:
y le vieron hundirse
en las brumas del lago del Misterio,
los ojos de los Cisnes.

Su manto de poeta
reconocieron los ilustres lises,
y el laurel y la espina entremezclados
sobre la frente triste.

A lo lejos alzábanse los muros
de la ciudad teológica en que vive
la sempiterna Paz. La negra barca
llegó a la ansiada costa y el sublime
espíritu gozó la suma gracia:
y vió la cruz erguirse,
y halló al pie de la sacra Vencedora
el helado cadáver de la Esfinge.


English Translation



On the Death of a Poet


Only the Swans that day
Saw the high maker of our thoughts embark
And on the Lake Mysterious fade away
In the black ship that crosses to the dark.

The poet's robe was his,
Embroidered with illustrious fleurs-de-lys;
And laurel leaf and thorn
His sad prefigured forehead did adorn.

Afar God's City rose,
Where everlasting Peace her throne has reared
Above the poppy-meadows of repose;
And as the coat of his desire he neared,
He proved divine delight, knew grace untold,
Beheld the Cross uplifted and, before
That sacred Conqueror,
The fallen Sphinx, a corpse already cold.

Comments about En La Muerte De Un Poeta (With English Translation)

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His poetry flows even when he handles difficult topics. Beautiful verses for beautiful faith


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