Ruedas dentro de ruedas

Ruedas dentro de ruedas

Seamus Heaney

Ruedas dentro de ruedas

Por Seamus Heaney

I

Wheels within Wheels

I

The first real grip I ever got on things

Was when I learned the art of pedalling

(By hand) a bike turned upside down, and drove

Its back wheel preternaturally fast.

I loved the disappearance of the spokes,

The way the space between the hub and rim

Hummed with transparency. If you threw

A potato into it, the hooped air

Spun mush and drizzle back into your face;

If you touched it with a straw, the straw frittered.

Something about the way those pedals treads

Worked very palpably at first against you

And then began sweep your hand ahead

Into a new momentum – that all entered me

Like an access of free power, as if belief

Caught up and spun the objects of belief

In an orbit coterminous with longing.



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