Un poema con el que disiento en muchos niveles pero que me ha conmovido mucho y sé que hay quienes han hallado en él consuelo. Me rebelo ante la expresión "slaves of permanence", pero entiendo bien lo que significa y me tranquiliza saber que el cierto desasosiego que me deja el poema sería menor si en vez de "Cosmic Spirit" dijera "Dios". En todo caso, qué difícil es vivir con un corazón desprendido, cuánto cuesta esa libertad: "Be ready, heart, for parting..."—Se me hace un hueco en el estómago.
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STAGES
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
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