La Solitaria/The Solitary, Sara Teasdale

Déjalos que piensen que los amo,

que piensen que me importa, aunque voy sola;

si alimentan su orgullo, qué me importa,

pues plena, como flor o piedra, ando.

Me da igual que vayan o que vengan

si a mí misma y mi voluntad poseo

para escalar en noche estival fuerza,

y estrellas, en la cumbre enjambre, veo.

Mi corazón se ha enriquecido con los años:

que en mi pasada juventud requiero menos

de con quien venga compartir, de con mi lengua

en palabras modelar mis pensamientos.

Sara Teasdale. De “Dos canciones para la soledad”

Original:

Let them think I love them more than I do,

Let them think I care, though I go alone,

If it lifts their pride, what is it to me

Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone?

It is one to me that they come or go

If I have myself and the drive of my will,

And strength to climb on a summer night

And watch the stars swarm over the hill.

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,

I have less need now than when I was young

To share myself with every comer,

Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.

Sara Teasdale. From “Two Songs for Solitude”.