Think

I drink
and eat

and smoke
and dream
I do not wear panties
I do not go to parties
(I stink)
I am a writer
I stay home and brood over a mountain
of leaves and ink
(that is old fashioned)
I, too,
sometimes,
think
(that is old-fashiioned too)

Ma

Years after his death I remembered why I married him. I married  him for being the person and not the person I wanted him to be. T.

Tra

Traduzco unos pocos versos que leí ante

disposed like Gunnar
who lay  beautiful
inside...
though dead by violence

and unavenged.
Men said that he was chanting
verses about honour
and that four lights burned

in the corners of the chamber:
which opened then, as he turned
with a joyful face
to look at the moon.

Antes de ayer me impresionaron mucho, hoy...por eso no los traduciré ahora,....sino otro día. Vayan aquí otros versos de Seamus Heaney,