En Ymipollo hablamos sobre POETRY
The Seeing Eye
Escrito por ixca 10/jun/2006
_The Seeing Eye_
by: Ezra Pound
The small dogs look at the big dogs;
They observe unwieldy dimensions
And curious imperfections of odor.
Here is the formal male group:
The young men look upon their seniors,
They consider the elderly mind
And observe its inexplicable correlations.
Said Tsin-Tsu:
It is only in small dogs and the young
That we find minute
La Mosca
Escrito por AxL 23/feb/2006
The Fly
Little fly
Thy summer's play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away
Am no I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
If tought is life
And strenght and breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fli,
If I live,
Or if I die.
*Poem written by William Blake
Dedicado para ti, Diego. Puede que no lo entiendas, pero un día te explicaré qué significa. Por lo
Fire & Ice
Escrito por ixca 25/oct/2005
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
*Robert Frost*
Hoy recordé a Frost, Pound, Elliot, Mann...¡Feliz