Josep Carner
LA IL·LUSTRACIÓ POÈTICA METROPOLITANA & CONTINENTAL
Plurilingual Anthology of Catalan Poetry
English

 
Josep Carner
(Barcelona, 1884 Brusel·les, 1970)


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Like a tyrant slanting to his ruin,
I grow each year that passes more alone;
death growls around the basement of my palace;
and all my flatterers are now reduced to four.

Until the night sinks down, all four stay with me,
moving swarms of light thoughts about;
they are my fine-voiced intimates, they give
disillusion a cradle, dreams to the heart.

When everyone is sleeping they draw still closer,
can suit their measure to my desire;
they hide, from these eyes, all other things,

wishful that my delight be not disturbed.
The light, a book, a rose, are they,
and a great tree blacker than the night.
 



Translated by Pearse Hutchinson
Versions de poesia catalana, Barcelona, 1962.