Oct 07

Un tema recurrente en este blog, además del sempiterno Alejandro, es Ulises. Ulises es para mi la búsqueda de lo que no se sabe si existe, pothos, el longing or yearning por algo que ni siquiera se sabe qué es.

Ambos fueron similares, Alejandro y Ulises, jefes y tremendos jueces de hombres, guerreros incomparables y más sabios que ninguno. Y ambos sufrían de pothos, esa sed de lo desconocido, esa ansiedad de lo inexistente. Alejandro leía la Illiada constantemente, y toda su vida se identificó con Aquiles, pero yo creo que en el fondo él era Odiseo.

No soy quien para decir que me parezco a ellos, digamos mejor que siento lo mismo, pothos.

Esta mañana me desperté pensando en el poema Ulises, de Alfred Lord Tennyson:

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!

As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle –
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me –
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads – you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Desde hace un tiempo le pongo mucho cuidado a lo primero que pienso cuando me despierto.

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3 Responses to “Ulises”

  1. 1. Creep Windows XP Mozilla Firefox 3.0.14 Says:

    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

    Vamos a intentar usarlo como lema de ahora en adelante


  2. 2. Susana Windows Vista Internet Explorer 7.0 Says:

    ay! yo no quiero dañarte la noche 🙁
    yo solo meti palabras en una bolsa y las fui sacando
    y esa fue la que te salio a ti… el destino fue… yo no! 😉
    y si quieres te la cambio
    pero ya sabe que tiene que dar algo por el cambio jajajaja…
    te mando un abrazo!!!


  3. 3. Vivi Windows XP Mozilla Firefox Says:

    Suficiente es con tratar de entender poesia en español.. como para que vos seas tan atrevido y me pongas a leer poesia en ingles y de ULISES… donde quedó el respeto??


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