Poemas escogidos de John Keats

Título: Poemas escogidos

Autor: John Keats

Traductores: Juan V. Martínez Luciano, Pedro Nicolás Payá, Miguel Teruel Pozas

Editorial: Cátedra

Número de páginas: 219

Primera edición: 1997

ISBN: 84-376-1575-5

Edición en tapa blanda, con buen papel y un precio muy razonable que incluye una introducción al autor y su época, numerosas notas y los poemas originales enfrentados a una versión española, con la calidad a la que Cátedra nos tiene acostumbrados. Por buscarle una pega, no me convence la colocación de las notas junto al poema, las prefiero en un apéndice como sucede en las ediciones de Valdemar. Personalmente prefiero las obras tal y como las concibieron sus autores en vez de las recopilaciones de poemas.

Os dejo con dos de mis poemas favoritos, y menos conocidos, de esta obra:

"I cry you mercy - pity - love! aye, love!

Merciful love that tantalizes not,

One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,

Unmask'd, and being seen - without a blot!

O! let me have thee whole, - all - all - be mine!

That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest

Of love, your kiss, - those hands, those eyes divine,

That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breaste,-

Yourself - your soul- in pity give me all,

Withhold no atom's atom or I die,

Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,

Forget, in the midst of idle misery,

Life's purposes, - the palate of my mind

Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!"

 - To Fanny -

"Under the flag

Of each his faction, they to battle bring

Their embryon atoms." - Milton

WELCOME joy, and welcome sorrow,

Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather;

Come to-day, and come to-morrow,

I do love you both together!

I love to mark sad faces in fair weather;

And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder;

Fair and foul I love together.

Meadows sweet where flames are under,

And a giggle at a wonder;

Visage sage at pantomine;

Funeral, and steeple-chime;

Infant playing with a skull;

Morning fair, and shipwreck'd hull;

Nightshade with the woodbine kissing;

Serpents in red roses hissing;

Cleopatra regal-dress'd

With the aspic at her breast;

Dancing music, music sad,

Both together, sane and mad;

Muses bright and muses pale;

Sombre Saturn, Momus hale; -

Laugh and sigh, and laugh again;

Oh the sweetness of the pain!

Muses bright, and muses pale,

Bare your faces of the veil;

Let me see; and let me write

Of the day, and of the night -

Both together: - let me slake

All my thirst for sweet heart-ache!

Let my bower be of yew,

Interwreath'd with myrtles new;

Pines and lime-trees full in bloom,

And my couch a low grass-tomb."

- A song of Opposites -

Índice

• Introducción
• Bibliografía
• Written on the Day that Mr Leigh Hunt left Prison
• O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
• To one who has been long in city pent
• How many bards gild the lapses of time!
• On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
• On Leaving some Friends at an Early Hour
• Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
• Addressed to Haydon
• To My Brothers
• Addressed to the Same [Haydon]
• On the Grasshopper and Cricket
• I stood tip-toe upon a little hill
• Sleep and Poetry
• Ode to a Nightingale
• Ode to a Grecian Urn
• Ode to Psyche
• To Autumn
• Ode on Melancholy
• The Eve of Saint Mark
• La Belle Dame Sans Merci
• Lines to Fanny
• Ode to Fanny
• Ode to Indolence
• Fragment of an Ode to Maia
• A Song of Opposites
• On a Lock of Milton's Hair
• Stanzas [In drear-nighted December]
• On the Sonnet
• Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition
• After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains
• To B.R. Haydon with a sonnet written on seeing the Elgin Marbles
• On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
• On the Sea
• On Sitting down to read King Lear once again
• When I have fears that I may cease to be
• To a Lady Seen for a few Moments at Vauxhall
• To J[ames] R[ice]
• To Homer
• Written in the Cottage where Burns was Born
• On Visiting the Tomb of Ben Nevis
• To Sleep
• Two Sonnets of Fame
• Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
• The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
• To Fanny
• Bright star, I would I were steadfast as thou art

John Keats (Londres 1795 - Roma 1821), poeta romántico de la segunda

generación junto a Lord Byron o Percy Bysshe Shelley, tuvo una trayectoria corta debido a su prematura muerte por culpa de la tuberculosis. Quedó huérfano de padre con apenas siete años y de madre algunos años más tarde, quedando al cuidado de sus dos hermanos menores. Sus tutores le buscaron un puesto como aprendiz de cirujano pero terminaría dejando, años más tarde, su puesto como médico para dedicarse a su obra literaria. Durante su vida su obra fue duramente criticada y publicó en vida "Poems" y "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems" y tras su muerte fue editado "Posthumous and Fugitive Poems" provenientes de sus notas.

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