TEN GLOSSES
7 The Lesson
According to Hammond, who heard it on a spree
From a man who had known the priest who was chaplain on duty
The morning the last man was hanged in Crumlin Road Jail,
What the man said as he shook hands and went to the hangman
Was, `Father, this is going to be a lesson to me.´
(Trad. de Dámaso López García: "La lección/Según Hammond, que lo oyó en una juerga/a un hombre que lo había oído al capellán de servicio/la madrugada en que colgaron al último en la cárcel de Crumlin Road,/lo que le dijo al darle la mano para acercarse al verdugo/fue: "Padre, esto me servirá de lección".)
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Quite a lesson!
Night Drive, by Seamus Heaney.
"The smells of ordinariness
Were new on the night drive through France:
Rain and hay and woods on the air
Made warm draughts in the open car.
Signposts whitened relentlessly.
Montreuil, Abbéville, Beauvais
Were promised, promised, came and went,
Each place granting its name's fulfillment.
A combine groaning its way late
Bled seeds across its work-light.
A forest fire smoldered out.
One by one small cafes shut.
I thought of you continuously
A thousand miles south where Italy
Laid its loin to France on the darkened sphere.
Your ordinariness was renewed there."
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