{"id":2445,"date":"2011-11-03T10:20:33","date_gmt":"2011-11-03T10:20:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/?p=2445"},"modified":"2012-01-10T09:30:42","modified_gmt":"2012-01-10T09:30:42","slug":"d-h-lawrence-poemas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/2011\/11\/03\/d-h-lawrence-poemas\/","title":{"rendered":"D. H. LAWRENCE. Poemas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/D.H.-Lawrence.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-2446\" title=\"D.H.-Lawrence\" src=\"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/D.H.-Lawrence-300x250.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/D.H.-Lawrence-300x250.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/D.H.-Lawrence.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong>ATENTO<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">La luna est\u00e1 surgiendo de la niebla rojiza,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">despoj\u00e1ndose de su brillo dorado,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">emergiendo blanca y exquisita; y yo veo asombrado<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">ante m\u00ed en el cielo, a una mujer a quien no sab\u00eda<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">que amaba, pero ah\u00ed va, y su belleza muerde <\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">mi coraz\u00f3n.<!--more--><\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Y yo la sigo bajo la noche, suplic\u00e1ndole que no parta.<\/span><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<p><strong><em><span style=\"color: #000080;\">DICEN QUE EL MAR ES DESAMORADO<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Dicen que el mar es desamorado, que en el mar<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">el amor no puede vivir, que s\u00f3lo arrastra las astillas<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">de sal<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">de un\u00a0 vida sin amor.<\/span><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Pero en el mar los delfines brincan alrededor del<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">barco de Dionisios,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">cuyos m\u00e1stiles tienen parras purp\u00fareas,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">y saltan hacia rriba con el rojo oscuro del arcoiris<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">y \u00a1vuelan! \u00a1y van! con la nariz hendida de clara delicia;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">y es el mar, haciendo el amor con Dionisios<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #000080;\">en el vigor de esos peque\u00f1os y felices brincos.<\/span><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #1e001e;\"><em><strong>COSAS HECHAS POR EL HOMBRE<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">Las cosas que los hombres han hecho con manos<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">iluminadas, infundiendo vida apacible en ellas,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">continuar\u00e1n vivas a trav\u00e9s de los a\u00f1os, irradiando<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">c\u00e1lidamente por largo tiempo.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">Por esta raz\u00f3n algunas cosas antiguas son bellas,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">frescas, a\u00fan en el olvido de los hombres que las<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\">hicieron.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #230023;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><span style=\"color: #003300;\">CUANDO EL FRUTO MADURO CAE<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Cuando el fruto madura cae,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">su dulzura destila y permea las venas de la tierra.<\/span><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Cuando muere la gente en plenitud<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">el aceite esencial de su experiencia entra<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">a las venas del viviente espacio, y agrega un destello<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">al \u00e1tomo, al cuerpo inmortal del caos.<\/span><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Porque el espacio est\u00e1 vivo<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">y se agita como un cisne<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">cuyas plumas relumbran<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #003300;\">sedosas con el aceite esencial de la experiencia.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"color: #1e001e;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ATENTO La luna est\u00e1 surgiendo de la niebla rojiza, despoj\u00e1ndose de su brillo dorado, emergiendo blanca y exquisita; y yo veo asombrado ante m\u00ed en el cielo, a una mujer a quien no &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/2011\/11\/03\/d-h-lawrence-poemas\/\">Sigue leyendo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2445","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2445"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2445\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2777,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2445\/revisions\/2777"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.davidzuker.com\/wikilydia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}