This is a poem from Ana Osan and William Carlos Williams:La carretilla roja, bis”...e inesperadamente,sin convocarlo,apareció en el buzónel recuerdo lejano de Carlos.Era su carretilla, brillante y roja,un mudo acontecercon dos castas gallinas blancas,convertidas en testigos de excepción.Pero esta vez, no fue élsino Jorge,aquél de la pluma y el pincel,quien diera vida al poema. Ana Osan“The Red Wheelbarrow”so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickensWilliam Carlos Williams“The Red Wheelbarrow, bis”…and unexpectedly,without summons,the distant memory from Carlosappeared in the mailbox.It was his wheelbarrow, shiny and red,a mute occurrencewith two chaste, white hens,turned into privileged witnesses.But this time, it wasn’t hebut George,the one with the pen and the brush,who brought the poem to life.
This is a poem from Dale Bodmer:Two chickens and a red wheelbarrow,traveling on, through the straight and narrow.do they take turns pushing, with the other inside,or do they both get in, and wait for a ride?(that's the chorus)
This is a poem from Ana Osan and William Carlos Williams:
ReplyDeleteLa carretilla roja, bis”
...e inesperadamente,
sin convocarlo,
apareció en el buzón
el recuerdo lejano de Carlos.
Era su carretilla, brillante y roja,
un mudo acontecer
con dos castas gallinas blancas,
convertidas en testigos de excepción.
Pero esta vez, no fue él
sino Jorge,
aquél de la pluma y el pincel,
quien diera vida al poema.
Ana Osan
“The Red Wheelbarrow”
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
William Carlos Williams
“The Red Wheelbarrow, bis”
…and unexpectedly,
without summons,
the distant memory from Carlos
appeared in the mailbox.
It was his wheelbarrow, shiny and red,
a mute occurrence
with two chaste, white hens,
turned into privileged witnesses.
But this time, it wasn’t he
but George,
the one with the pen and the brush,
who brought the poem to life.
This is a poem from Dale Bodmer:
ReplyDeleteTwo chickens and a red wheelbarrow,
traveling on, through the straight and narrow.
do they take turns pushing, with the other inside,
or do they both get in, and wait for a ride?
(that's the chorus)