El 26 de Febrero 2008
Este poema me trae de cabeza...
Tengo que analizarlo y no lo entiendo.
I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your proppinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body"s weight upon my breasts:
So subtly the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor reason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.
Si alguien puede ayudar se lo agradeceria inmensamente.
