Darkness turned into brightness.
Dwellings turned into ashes
impregnating the air with a deep toasted smell.
A ballet of flying colours dance in the sky to the rhythm of Hephaestus.
Heaven is death now, but
a beam of light seems to bring back to life a tree trunk dry as dust.
Its emerald leaves wake up.
They reach the sky and bend down before Helios,
and there, motionless,
a man gazes at the nature’s resurrection.
He is being captivated by its power,
surrounded by the rays of light.
The same rays of light that make his soul shine again
and that show him the birth of a new world.
(Imagen: Cecil Collins; Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester)
Dwellings turned into ashes
impregnating the air with a deep toasted smell.
A ballet of flying colours dance in the sky to the rhythm of Hephaestus.
Heaven is death now, but
a beam of light seems to bring back to life a tree trunk dry as dust.
Its emerald leaves wake up.
They reach the sky and bend down before Helios,
and there, motionless,
a man gazes at the nature’s resurrection.
He is being captivated by its power,
surrounded by the rays of light.
The same rays of light that make his soul shine again
and that show him the birth of a new world.
(Imagen: Cecil Collins; Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester)
3 comentarios:
Buuuu :)
Ya sabes que tienes que acabar dedicandote a esto de la poesia en Inglés y yo asi poder vivir de rentas :P
besiños pequena!
..la poesia alimenta nuestros sentidos, lamentablemente no nuestros estomagos, que se lo digan a tantos poetas reconocidos post mortem jaja, una pena no reconocer algunos talentos en vida.
..pronto me tendras perreando por esas infernales tierras, vete enterandote de alguna fiestuqui mod nocturna xD..
UN BICO.
Anda! tu comentario debe ser de hace siglos, pero ha sido hoy cuando he caído en que juraría aquella entrada tenía menos de 3 comentarios y ya lo he leído jaja.
No sabía que tú también anduvieses por aquí! pues ya andaré pendiente de lo que cuelgas.
Un besote!
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