Thursday, July 02, 2009

Poema del dia.

Oda a Psyche.

"...Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu,
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber,
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:
The winged boy I knew;
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?
His Psyche true!..."
-John Keats-

2 comments:

Mariana Soffer said...

Great words, excellent ones.
Of course when I checked who the author was, it all made sense, cause I did not realized at first.

Anibal said...

Keats is include in the great category of famous poets with mental illness... they (he) spark(s) and reveal(s) us our hidden human nature with their (his) creative work.