(Per-versión de The School of Dreams, A.E. Stallings)

 

SUEÑO ESCOLAR

Tras el atardecer

fantasmal, de un gris sol,

llegó el anochecer

sin ver la solución

sin ver la solución

con el gong al sonar.

La rojez de un borrón

se fue a desparramar:

sobre hojas en verdor

sobre hojas que pisar

en luz que con amor

poniente va a acunar

Sé bien que yo arderé,

vergonzoso quemar,

que al estrado saldré

cuando me oiré llamar

sin hallar solución,

minutos sin color,

pizarra sin acción

nube tiza y dolor.

La campana a sonar,

ya no lo lograré,

mi moneda lanzar

y a cara o cruz iré.

La ecuación sin razón

errando el calcular,

fallo que al corazón

de rojo teñirá.

THE SCHOOL OF DREAMS // It is an afternoon / With chalk dust in the light / The dusk is coming soon / And the answer is not right. // The answer is not right / And the bell is going to ring, / And red ink, like a blight, / Has tainted everything: // The leaves upon the trees, / The leaves that fall and rest, / The light, that by degrees, / Is failing in the west, // Everything will burn / With a shade of shame, / Because it is your turn, / Because you here your name, // And cannot solve for y. / Minutes go to waste, / The slate blank as a sky, / Imperfectely erased. // The bell is going to chime. / There's nothing you can do / But to flip a dime / Between false and true. // The problem still remains, / It isn't what you think. / Failure's in your veins, / Red as any ink.