Wednesday, February 28, 2007


Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,
He hath awaken'd from the dream of life;
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings. We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-colour'd glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.--Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled

Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Recitado por Mick Jagger en Hyde Park
el 5 de Julio de 1969
en memoria de

Brian Jones
28 de Febrero de 1942 - 3 de Julio de 1969



Blogger Malicia Cool said...

bonito poema, sí señor

4:24 PM  
Blogger heptafon said...

Constante y preciso en sus efemérides, como de costumbre.

8:19 PM  

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