jueves, 24 de marzo de 2022

#83 A Brief For The Defense (Jack Gilbert)

 Hoy se cumple un mes de la invasión de Rusia a Ucrania—y las cosas parecen ir a peor.

Supongo que si hay un tiempo para llorar, es éste. Pero se viene a la cabeza aquel consejo que un monje le dio en su juventud al Obispo noruego Erik Varden, en un momento de obsesión por la magnitud del mal en el mundo: "Nunca te dejes fascinar por el mal". Una visión pesimista de la vida, no importa las circunstancias, es una forma de injusticia. Este poema lo dice mejor: "To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the devil." 


A BRIEF FOR THE DEFENSE


Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies

are not starving someplace, they are starving

somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.

But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants.

Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not

be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not

be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women

at the fountain are laughing together between

the suffering they have known and the awfulness

in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody

in the village is very sick. There is laughter

every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,

and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.

If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,

we lessen the importance of their deprivation.

We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,

but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have

the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless

furnace of this world. To make injustice the only

measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.

If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,

we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.

We must admit there will be music despite everything.

We stand at the prow again of a small ship

anchored late at night in the tiny port

looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront

is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.

To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat

comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth

all the years of sorrow that are to come.


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