Sinopsis: "Oh Capitan, mi capitan: desde un poema de Walt Whitman." Un poema, en inglés, que escribí para un tipo de capitán muy distinto al de Whitman.
Número de palabras: 439
Clasificación: B
Género: Poema
Comentario: Si logro hacerme tiempo pronto, haré una traducción. Por lo mientras me disculpo con aquellos que no manejen el inglés.
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Oh captain,
my captain
You’re so
proud of us
And so
hopeful
Oh captain
my captain
You’re so
full of faith in us
And thus
don’t see how full of shit you are too
Oh captain,
my captain
You want to
protect us from war
And don’t
see how tainted we already are
Oh captain,
my captain
You think
we’re full of light
And don’t
realize that cruelty is inherent to us
To us
soldiers in this land of growth
Oh captain
my captain
You think
so good of us
And don’t
see how bad we’ve fallen already
In this war
that is life
Pain is
more natural than love
And we rot
to gun powder
And bleed
from open wounds
That our
own allies left open
Oh captain,
my captain
We’re not
as pure as you think we are
You wanted
to avoid teaching us about war
You wanted
to conceal the pain
To erase
the screams, to hide the world
You wanted
our happiness, freedom, and smiles
So you
lied, lied, lied
You yelled
at us and got us deaf to noise
You distracted
our sight, blinding us from truth
You grabbed
us tight and acted cruel
So we would
think that the worse would come from you
But oh
captain, my dear captain
We were so
blind and deaf and senseless
We didn’t
saw the real pain getting closer
Some of us
didn’t realize
Some of us
were wounded
Because we
trusted you
And each
other
Oh captain,
my captain
If you knew
The pain
came from within
From our
own trenches
My own
mates became so blind
They
confused one another with the enemy
Oh captain
my captain
Blood fell
everywhere
Oh captain,
my captain
Screams
were heard again
Oh captain,
my captain
Everything
was happening at once
And it was
sad and it hurt
Thank god
that some of them
Were
senseless enough
That they
did not feel the pain
But when
they start
To feel
their heart beat again
When they
feel their skin again
And see the
negative space where limbs once were
And smell
the rotting odor of their own skin
Putrefying
since the battle they didn’t realize was happening
Because of
that glorious anesthesia of yours
They’ll cry
And oh
captain, my captain
You were
right there
Oh captain
my captain
You were
right there
Making us
forget the world
You were
right there before we fell
And oh
captain, my captain
You didn’t
lift up your arms to catch us.