T. S Eliot Entrada fija

Choruses from The Rock

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust. Continúa leyendo Choruses from The Rock

Night of Sleepless Love / Noche del amor insomne

Federico García Lorca The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart. Noche arriba los dos, con luna llena, yo me puse a llorar … Continúa leyendo Night of Sleepless Love / Noche del amor insomne