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Versión castellana del poema “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” (1856) de Walt Whitman
English text at http://www.poetryfoundation.org
Spanish Interpretation by JMN

The poem has 9 parts of differing lengths. Half of part 2 follows here:

2)
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,
El sustento mío impalpable procedente de toda cosa a toda hora del día,
The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme, myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated yet part of the scheme,
El esquema sencillo, compacto, bien ensamblado, desintegrado yo, todos desintegrados aún siendo componentes del esquema,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future,
Las similitudes del pasado y las del futuro,
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river,
Las glorias ensartadas como cuentas en las mínimas cosas vistas y oídas, en el paseo en la calle y el pasaje sobre el río,
The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,
La corriente que se precipita tan velozmente nadando conmigo hasta muy lejos,
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,
Otros que han de seguirme, los vínculos entre yo y ellos,
The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
La certeza de que haya otros, la vida, el amor, la vista, el oído de otros.

(Seguirá más “si Dios quiere.”)

(c) 2021 JMN. All rights reserved

Versión castellana del poema “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” (1856) de Walt Whitman. Texto inglés — www.poetryfoundation.org.

Years ago, Pepe Portillo, a classmate at the University of Barcelona, loaned me a volume of Dylan Thomas’s poetry translated into Spanish — or “Castellano” in the idiom of my fellow undergraduates at the Facultad de Filosofía y Letras. I remember thinking, “What a doomed undertaking that of romancing the Welshman’s English.”

Back to the present, and this project: romancing Whitman’s American. One doomed undertaking deserves another. What could go wrong in a pandemic? At a minimum it opens me further to a thrilling gust of poetry — winded long and strong — and to grapple with lending to sweet voice an acquired tongue. As to which, comment on where my Spanish runs off the rails is welcome. Hauntingly for me, a cosmologist once said of a colleague’s learned paper: “This isn’t right; this isn’t even wrong.” Yikes.

The poem has 9 parts of differing lengths. All of part 1 follows here.

(1)
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
¡Pleamar allá abajo! ¡Te veo cara a cara!
Clouds of the west — sun there half an hour high — I see you also face to face.
Nubes del oeste — allá salido el sol desde hace media hora — os veo también cara a cara.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
Muchedumbres, hombres y mujeres, vestidos de traje usual, ¡qué curiosos sois para mí!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
Abordo de las lanchas los centenares sucesivos que cruzáis, rumbo a casa, sois más curiosos para mí de lo que suponéis,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
Y los que cruzaréis de orilla a orilla en años venideros, más para mí sois, y mayormente en mis meditaciones, de lo que acaso supongáis.

[Y más vendrá, estimado lector, “si Dios quiere.” JMN]

(c) 2021 JMN. All rights reserved