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*Robert Frost Poeta de la Inaguración
de la Presidencia de John F.Kennedy,
The Gift Outright The land was ours before we were the land’s She was our land more than a hundred years Before we
were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials, Possessing what we still
were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed. Something we were withholding made us weak Until we
found out that it was ourselves We were withholding from our land of living, And forthwith found salvation in surrender. Such as
we were we gave ourselves outright (The deed of gift was many deeds of war) To the land vaguely realizing westward, But still unstoried,
artless, unenhanced, Such
as she was, such as she will become.
El regalo absoluto La tierra era nuestra
antes de que fuéramos de la tierra . Fue nuestra tierra por más de cien años antes de que fuéramos su
pueblo. Ella fue
nuestra en Massachusetts,
en Virginia, pero éramos
de Inglaterra, aún colonos posesionados
de lo que aún no era poseído poseidos de lo que ahora ya no poseemos. Algo que nos reservabamos nos debilitaba hasta que descubrimos que eramos nosotros mismos que nos estabamos negando
nuestra propia tierra, y en el acto de rendirnos encontramos salvación, /el legado fueron muchos legados de guerra a la tierra vagamente proyectada hacia
el oeste, aun sin historia, sin gracia, sin realce, tal como fue, tal como iria a ser.
Robert
Frost.
26 de marzo de 1874 - 29 de enero de 1963 Traducción libre de Joseph
Berolo
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