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The Definition of Beauty, Translation of Carlos Bousono's Poem: Definicion De La Belleza
The Definition of Beauty, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Definicion de la Belleza (This poem is the third in the sequence titled : « Disquisicion sobre la belleza visual », taken from Carlos Bousono’s collection : Metafora del desafuero, 1988. I have stuck close to the original’s « controlled and assurance-instilling breathing », I hope. T. Wignesan) Yes, beauty is eternity, and transcends however the appearance of its meteor, in that instant when the snow falls and the wood becomes resplendant through its dream-like whiteness during a dawn most sweet. Transcends the vastness of space : light sovereign. Again beauty is moreover the means rather than an end and doesn’t exhaust itself like an uncomfortable path that we continue exhausted upon on a dark night, compelled by a feeling of anxiety, by some inner voice, by a voice which makes us stutter and which invites us to an impossible meeting at a time of a difficult feat of contemplation. It is impossible to understand the meaning of the call, to listen with clarity to the whisperings of obscurity. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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