«Las fuerzas más grandes residen en la región de lo inaprensible»

MacDonald

Two Rondels

I.

When, in the mid-sea of the night,

I waken at thy call, O Lord,

The first that troop my bark aboard

Are darksome imps that hate the light,

Whose tongues are arrows, eyes a blight–

Of wraths and cares a pirate horde–

Though on the mid-sea of the night

It was thy call that waked me, Lord.… Leer más