sábado, julio 15, 2006

Lord Byron (George Gordon)

She walks on beauty

She walks on beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that´s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect or her eyes;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies

One ray the more, one shade the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens on her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place

And of that cheek and on that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent
The smile that win, the glows that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind of peace with all below
A person whose love is inoccent

p.d Y pensar que le hicieron correcciones 190 años después de su muerte


At 4:02 p. m., Blogger PIA LEON said...

Ese poema es una genialidad....
Digno para el gileo. Aunque en este mundo de "las gatas fieras" del "dale papi que te aruño" o "no importa que usted sea mayor que yo igual la quiero en mi cama", ya está un poco en desuso ¿o no?.. jajja
No!!! hay cosas que nunca mueren!


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