segunda-feira, novembro 22, 2010

# CDXIX - Dos medos


When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Jonh Keats.

1 comentário:

wandering disse...

Virado para os grandes poetas românticos?

O vídeo é muito interessante.

De Keats, conheço alguns poemas, não muitos, mas gosto particularmente da frase que escreveu para os seu epitáfio ""Here lies one whose name was writ in water."