mi traducción de un poema Estoy parado en la costa. Un barco en mi lado, extiende sus velas blancas a la brisa que mueven y empieza Por el océano azul. Es un artículo de la belleza y la fuerza. Yo paro con él hasta que, en la distancia, cuelga como un punto De nubes blancas justo dónde el mar y cielo se encuentran juntos. Entonces, alguien en mi lado dice, “Ya. Ya se fue.” ¿A dónde? Se fue de mi vista. Es todo. Es tan grande su mástil casco, y botavara como cuando se fue de mi lado. Y así puede aguantar su peso de carga al puerto destinado. Su tamaño decreciente es para mi—no para él. Y, apenas en el momento cuando alguien dice “Ya. Ya se fue” Hay otros ojos mirándolo venir, y otras voces Listas a gritar en alegría, “¡Ya! ¡Ya viene! ==========Oiginal========== I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. The object of the poem, the ship, is introduced here as strong and beautiful. Van Dyke refers to it as female; if the ship were human, she would be the very picture of health and vitality. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Not being diminished in any way except by the narrator’s own perspective, she slowly disappears. Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone. Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me — not in her. Thus the ship remains strong and able, carrying precious cargo safety to its destination. And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!” And that is dying…