by Robert Frost
He is no fugitive– escaped, escaping.
No one has seen him stumble looking back.
His fear is not behind him but beside him
On either hand to make his course perhaps
A crooked straightness yet no less a straightness.
He runs face forward. He is a pursuer.
He is a seeker who in his turn seeks
Another still, lost far into the distance.
Any who seek him seek in him the seeker.
His life is a pursuit of a pursuit forever.
It is the future that creates his present.
All is an interminable chain of longing
ESCAPISTA... NUNCA
Por Robert Frost
Él no es un fugitivo, que escapó, escapando.
Nadie lo ha visto tropezar mirando hacia atrás.
Su miedo no está detrás de él sino a su lado
A ambas manos para hacer de su curso tal vez
Una rectitud torcida, aunque no menos recta.
Corre hacia delante. Es un perseguidor.
Es un buscador que a su vez busca
A otro aún, perdido en la distancia.
Quien lo busca, busca en él al buscador.
Su vida es la búsqueda de una búsqueda eterna.
Es el futuro el que crea su presente.
Todo es una interminable cadena de añoranzas.
Aproximación al español por Isaias Ferreira Medina
