Versos Libres, translations of José Marti

 

These are my verses they are as they are

I have asked no one to give them to me.

While I have not been able to create

Them as visions in tact worthy of them

My visions are free, fly! I set them free

Some never returned their friendly auras

It’s the honor of poetry I keep.

Slice verses? I can but don’t want to

Just as every person has their features,

Each inspiration is an idiom.

I love difficult pronunciation,

Sculpted verses, stunning as porcelain,

Flying and broiling like a lava tongue.

A verse is a refulgent sword swung

By a warrior who climbs to the sky

and verging with the sun bursts into wings.


Notes:

1. Original at http://www.literatura.us/marti/libres.html


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