William Shakespeare

Que importancia tiene la huella en Derrida

O, ponder thou the essence of the trace, A specter born from the depths of thought, Wherein the learned Derrida dost embrace The fleeting specters of what once was wrought. Like phantoms dancing in the amber light, The huella, or mark, doth bind the past and now, For every word, a shadow takes its flight— An echo of the being, silent, somehow. What value hath the sign when meaning flies, Elusive as the mist that veils the morn? In reveries, the weight of absence lies; Inpresence speaks of what we ne’er have worn. Lo, 'tis not the thing itself, but what it brings, A tapestry wherein the very mind doth pleat The layers deep, of loss and all it sings, In writings wrought where all contradictions meet. Thus in the echoing chambers of our soul, The huella weaves the fabric of our quest; For in its labyrinth we perceive the whole, The heart of semblance where all minds do rest. Ah, let us trace the line 'twixt truth and air, Where significance yields to absence bare!