P H.D.
James Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
He never was a silly little boy
Who whispered in the class or threw spit balls,
Or pulled the hair of silly little girls,
Or disobeyed in any way the laws
That made the school a place of decent order
Where books were read and sums were proven true
And paper maps that showed the land and water
Were held up as the real wide world to you.
Always, he kept his eyes upon his books:
And now he has grown to be a man
He is surprised that everywhere he looks
Life rolls in waves he cannot understand,
And all the human world is vast and strange-
And quite beyond his Ph.D.’s small range.
Doctor en filosofía (PH.D.)
Nunca fue un niño estúpido de esos
Que cuchichean en clase y lanzan bolas,
O les tiran del pelo a niñas tontas,
O que incumplen cualquiera de las normas
Que hacen lugar de orden a la escuela
Donde se suma y se leen libros
Y en mapas de hule muestran agua y tierra
Reales para ti como anchos mundos.
No alzó los ojos de los libros nunca
Ese niño que ahora es un hombre
Al que asombra que allá a donde mira
La vida es un teatro que él no entiende,
Y el mundo se le muestra ajeno y ancho
Tan alejado de su pequeño rango
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