On this day I wanted to share with you a beautiful poem full of feeling, written by the great Venezuelan Poet Andrés Eloy Blanco, who was born in Cumaná, Edo.Sucre in the year 1896, who achieved fame after being the winner of the Hispano-American Poetry Contest of the RAE, in the year 1,922.
I leave you a little analysis of what I understood when I read this beautiful poem, I hope you like it and give me your opinion of what it means to you.
The RESIGNATION, is a poem that involves a lot of feeling, and makes reference to the pain that it feels to leave someone that we really love and after that to be able to continue growing, because even though it hurts so much to renounce a true love the moment arrives in which we must accept it and that helps us to grow as a person and know new ways.
I have renounced you. It was not possible
They were vapors of fantasy;
they are fictions that sometimes give the inaccessible
a proximity of distance.
I kept looking at how the river was going
putting the star's encinta ...
I sunk my crazy hands towards her
and I knew that the star was up ...
I have renounced you, serenely,
how the delinquent renounces God;
I have renounced you as the beggar
that can not be seen from the old friend;
As the one who sees depart large ships
as a course towards impossible and coveted continents;
like the dog that turns off his loving brios
when there is a big dog that shows his teeth;
Like the sailor who renounces the port
and the errant ship that renounces the lighthouse
and like the blind man next to the open book
and the poor child before the expensive toy.
I have renounced you, as the madman renounces the word that his mouth utters;
like those autumn scoundrels,
with static eyes and empty hands,
that tarnish his resignation, blowing the glass in the windows of the confectioneries ...
I have renounced you, and at every moment
we renounce a little of what we wanted
and at the end! how many times the waning yearning
ask for a piece of what we used to be!
I go to my own level. I'm calm now
When I give up everything, I will be my own owner;
Deconstructing lace, I'll go back to the thread.
The renunciation is the return journey of the dream.
I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM, AND COMMENT YOUR POEM ANALYSIS.