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In addition, both novels have been placed on the longlist for the 2008 Booker Prize (which Rushdie’s own Midnight’s Children has effectively won three times over, having been voted "Booker of Bookers" for the prize’s 25th and then for its 40th anniversary). The Spanish translation is now also on-line at the Victorian Web site:īy a curious synchronicity, two heavyweights of Indian Writing in English (IWE), Salman Rushdie and Amitav Ghosh, have, in the first half of 2008, published historical novels almost simultaneously.
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But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home! Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark For though from out our bourn of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. ** CROSSING THE BAR Alfred, Lord Tennyson (England, 1809-1892) Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. Pues por muy lejos de nuestros confines del Tiempo, del Espacio, Sino una marea que al moverse parece dormida Poema de Alfred Lord Tennyson, traducido al castellano por Christopher Rollason I have now, on the first anniversary of his decease (28 August 2007), translated it into Spanish.
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En el entierro de mi padre (5 de septiembre de 2007), recité este poema de Alfred, Lord Tennyson, cuya texto, ahora en el primer aniversario de su fenecimiento (28 de agosto de 2007), me permito brindaros en esta traducción al castellano, efectuado por mis manos.Īt my father’s funeral on 5 September 2007, I read this poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.