martes, marzo 14, 2006

Over forthcoming events II

Alone, alone, all all alone
Alone on the wide wide Sea;
And Christ would take no pity on
My soul in agony.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime Of The Ancyent Marinere, IV.

For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.
William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey.


Blogger Del nahual divino... said...

Hola, soy Pepe, amigo de Paola y de Javier. Me encantaron los post de papalotes y espero no haya problema en agragarte a mi lista de links.

Blogger Fairest Creature said...

Ahhh, nuevo visitante del blog. Bienvenido, Pepe, claro que te ubico. Y, no, pus no hay problema.

Anonymous Mario said...

Hola. Yo soy Mario, amigo de Aldo y de Javier. Espero tambien tuyo. Y de Pepe.

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Querida Diana,

I´ve just read those two passages from Coleridge and Wordsworth and they really moved me. Perhaps, above all:
"To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth".
And then I wonder - whatever is thoughtless youth? And then I wonder if either of us have ever known it? Perhaps the beauty of youth is not that it is thoughtless, but that one's thoughts (as in these poems, which I studied precisely at a time I consider "my youth") were so beautifully contained.

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Yeah, ¡qué chido chico manchoso!.

Blogger Fairest Creature said...

Hola Mario. Yo soy Diana, amiga de Aldo que es amigo tuyo y de Javier. Y Javier es amigo de Pepe, que es amigo de Paola, que a su vez es amiga de Aldo, quien es amigo mío. Sí, "-Let's be friends/-Best friends!".

Clau: I thought I had once known so... =( And then, yes, if the recipient's gone, beauty has gone with it.

¡¡¡¡Un anónimo emocionado por el Chico Mancha!!!!


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