La diosa blanca
El ciclo lunar es de 28 días y hoy el cielo quiere que sea luna llena en 28 de octubre y que yo esté justo empezando la semanas 28 de gestación. En casa, estamos esperando a nuestra diosa blanca.
A Robert Graves
Se levanta sobre el cieloiluminando el alfabeto de los árboles.
Nos hace iguales.
Nace cada 28 días
y se deja tocar por ojos ajenos
que la observan desde lejos.
Nos hace pequeños
y nos recuerda que somos cíclicos.
La diosa blanca
habla sin palabras,
cuenta secretos en sueños,
y se deja querer en la oscuridad.
No le tengas miedo,
nos devuelve a los orígenes,
a nuestros ancestros.
¡Bienvenida a tu cielo estrellado!
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IN DEDICATION
All saints revile her and all sober men
Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean-
In scorn of which I sailed to find her
In distant regions likeliest lo hold her
Whom I desired above all things to know,
Sister of the mirage and echo.
It was a virtue not to stay,
To go my headstrong and heroic way
Seeking her out at the volcano's head,
Among pack ice, or where the track had faded
Beyond the cavern of the leven sleepers:
Whose broad hígh brow was white as any leper's,
Whose eyes were blue, with rowan-berry lips,
With hair curled honey-coloured to white hips.
Green sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir
Will celebrate the Mountain Mother,
And every song-bird shout awhile for her;
But I am gifted, even in November,
Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificente
1 forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Careless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
Robert Graves. La diosa blanca. 1948
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