POEMA

 

Ven a celebrar conmigo

Lucille Clifton

¿celebrarías conmigo

lo he que moldeado

como una suerte de vida? no tuve modelo.

nacida en babilonia

mujer y no blanca

¿qué vislumbré excepto ser yo misma?

lo inventé

aquí en este puente entre

brillo de estrellas y arcilla,

mi mano aferrada

a mi otra mano; ven a celebrar

conmigo que todos los días

algo ha intentado matarme

y ha fallado

Wont  you celebrate with me

won’t you celebrate with me

what i have shaped into

a kind of life? i had no model.

born in babylon

both nonwhite and woman

what did i see to be except myself?

i made it up

here on this bridge between

starshine and clay,

my one hand holding tight

my other hand; come celebrate

with me that everyday

something has tried to kill me

and has failed.

de Book of Light, Copper Canyon Press, 1993