sábado, junho 07, 2008

To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
of thee i hear and the Cyclades,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchance,
to visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.
So thou was blind;- but then the veil was rent,
For Jove uncurtain'd heaven let thee live
And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,
And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive
Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,
and precipices show untrodden green,
there is a building morrow in midnight,
there is a triple sight in blindness keen;
such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel
to Dian, Queen of Earth and Heaven,and Hell.

John Keats