José Luis Remualdi

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Y este nunca saber, de mi poesía abstrusa,
sus palabras-ladrillos que en hilera versada,
evaluarán en balde: nivel, metro y plomada;
pues mi métrica labra prudente como ilusa.

Y este nunca saber visceral hasta conclusa,
si amén de mi autocrítica cruel y razonada,
soportará los vientos mi estrofa aventurada,
de mentes en alianza de acometida obtusa.

Y este nunca saber ni a implícitos azores,
si fulge mi atalaya con brillos de mi numen
o ensueñan oropeles mis rústicos fervores.

Y este siempre saber, oteando mis tenores,
los planos medulares de intrínseco resumen,
del último refugio, mi esencia, donde mores.

 

 

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