Poiesis/ποίησις,manifestación de la belleza por medio de la palabra
A Saxon song
Tools with the comely names,
mattock and scythe and spade,
couth and bitter as flames,
clean, and bowed in the blade,
a man and his tools make a man and his trade.
Breadth of the English shires,
hummock and kame and mead,
tang of the reeking byres,
land of the English breed,
a man and his land make a man and his creed.… Leer más
«La Poesía, la Pintura y la Música son los Tres Poderes en el Hombre para conversar con el Paraíso que no fueron barridos por el Diluvio»
William Blake
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.… Leer más
To my Antenor
My dear Antenor now give o’re,
for my sake talk of Graves no more;
Death is not in our power to gain,
and is both wish’d and fear’d in vain
let’s be as angry as wee will,
grief sooner may distract then kill,
and the unhappy often prove
death is as coy a thing as Love.… Leer más
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