sábado, 27 de junio de 2015

Mallarmé Poemas

 
P O E M A


UN GOLPE DE DADOS NUNCA SUPRIMIRÁ EL AZAR

por

STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ 




UN   GOLPE   DE   DADOS

 
                         NUNCA



                                AUN LANZADO EN CIRCUNSTANCIAS ETERNAS





                                                             DEL FONDO DE UN NAUFRAGIO





                                       SEA   
                                                    
                                                que     
                                                        

                                                                      el Abismo 



                                                 blanqueare  
                                                                 calmo   
                                                                         furioso  
                                                                                           planeare desesperadamente   
                                                                                                                 bajo una inclinación
                                                                                                                                            de su 
                                                                                                                                     propia ala
                                                                                                                                                        de 






antemano afectada por la imposibilidad de levantar el vuelo
                                                              cubriendo los borbollones 
                                                                       cortando a ras los saltos  


              muy interiormente resume   
la sombra oculta en la profundidad por esa vela alternativa  
                                                hasta adaptar
                                                         en la envergadura  
                   su anchurosa profundidad mientras que el esqueleto 
                                                      de un navío  
                                               se inclina de una a otra borda



                                                                                                                                    EL MAESTRO


                                               sugiere  

de esa conflagración   
que sucede    
que se



como se amenaza
el único Número que no puede






duda
cadáver separado por el brazo
                                    en vez
                                              de jugar
                                                         la partida
                                                                     como un maníaco canoso
                                                                                   en nombre de las olas

una

naufragio éste




ha surgido fuera de antiguos cálculos
en el sitio en que la maniobra con la edad olvidada

                                                                                         que antaño empuñaba el timón   
                                           del horizonte unánime 

                                           a sus pies 
                                           prepara    
                                                  se agita y mezcla  
                                                     en el puño que la aprisionaba    
                                          al destino y los vientos
                                          ser otro  

                                                     Espíritu 
                                                               para arrojarlo  
                                                                                     en la tempestad  
                                                                        replegando la escuadra y pasar altanero 


                                           del secreto que detenta      






                                          invadió al jefe 
                                          corre cual barba sumisa   
                                          directo del hombre    
                                                                   sin navío    
                                                                      no importa dónde    
                                                                                                   inútilmente 






                                        ancestralmente sin abrir la mano   
                                                                                       crispada   
                                                                       más arriba de la inútil cabeza 
                                             legado en la desaparición  
                                                                           a alguien  
                                                                                        incierto   
                                                  el ulterior demonio inmemorial  
                                       teniendo
                                                        comarcas sin valor  
                                                                                       indujo
                                       al anciano hacia esa suprema conjunción con la probabilidad 
                                                                                               aquella  
                                                                                                            su sombra pueril 
                                       acariciada pulida lavada y lista 
                                                              dominada por la ola y substraída 
                                                     a los duros huesos perdidos entre los tablones 
                                                                                              nace  
                                                                                                 de un juego  
                                      el mar fue tentado por el abuelo o el abuelo fue tentado por el mar   
                                                                    inútil resultado     
                                                                                                                                   Esponsales
                                      en donde   
                                                      el velo de ilusión  refleja su locura 
                                                      como el fantasma de un gesto 
                                                                                    vacilará  
                                                                                    oscilará 
                                                                                                   locura

















                     SUPRIMIRÁ


COMO  SI


Una insinuación
   
al silencio

  
en alguien próximo  

revolotea
                                         







simple 

                                        retorcida junto con la ironía
  
                                                                                   o   

                                                                                      el misterio   
                                                           
                                                                                                    precipitado   
                                                                                                                    aullado 

                                       torbellino de hilaridad y horror

                                       alrededor del abismo
  
                                                                               sin cubrirlo  
                                                                                                   ni huir   

                                                                              y acuna el virgen índice


                                                                                                                                COMO SI 












una enloquecida pluma solitaria
  

                                                                                                                                                  Salvo



                              


                                     que la encuentre o roce el toque de medianoche    
                                                                              e inmovilice 
                                                                        al terciopelo ajado por fría carcajada


                                                              esa rígida blancura


                            insultante 

                                                                 en oposición al cielo  
                                            exagerada 
                                                               para no marcar  
                                                                                       exiguamente  
                                                                                                  a cualquier  
                                                        príncipe amargo del escollo
                                            se cubre la cabeza como si fuera con lo heroico    
                                                                         irresistible pero contenido 
                                                                    por su pequeña razón viril
                                                                                                       como un relámpago


                            

                                 inquieto  
                                           expiatorio y púber  
                                                                                         mudo 







                                                                                  El lúcido y señorial penacho  
                                                                                              centellea 
                                                                                      en la frente invisible  
                                                                                         después ensombrece  
                                                                            una pequeña estatura tenebrosa  
                                                                                   en su torsión de sirena 


                                                                   con las últimas e impacientes escamas



                                            reír    
                                                     

                                                       ya


                                         LO  CREO





                           de vértigo



                          erguida

                                            en el instante
                                                        de abofetear


                        bifurcadas

                                     una roca  

                            falsa morada 
                                           bruscamente 
                                                   evaporada en brumas 
                                                   que impuso  
                                                             un límite al infinito







                                                                                                                   ERA   
                           


                                                                               descendiente estelar
                         ESO SERÍA  

                                                                                 peor    

                                                                                                  no        

                                                                                                                        ni más ni menos       

                                                                                                                                                                                        indiferentemente pero igual que
  

                                                              

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