A GROUP BY WOOLNER
the prism’s obstruction shows aright
secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light
Into the jewelled bow from
So may a glory from defect arise:
Deafness may the vexed Love wreak
Its insuppressive sense on brow
Only by Dumbness adequately speak
favoured mouth could never, through the eyes.
A PICTURE BY LEIGHTON
give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow!
them once more absorb me! One look know
Will lap me round for
ever, not to pass
Out of its light, though darkness lie
me but safe again within the bond
Of one immortal look! All woe
Forgotten, and all terror that may be,
past is mine, no future: look at me!
of your whole life give but a moment!
of your life that has gone before,
to come after it,—so you ignore,
So you make perfect the
In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s
Thought and feeling and soul and sense—
a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you
beneath me, above me—
Me—sure that despite of time future,
This tick of our life-time’s one moment you love
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet—
moment eternal—just that and no more—
utmost we clutch at the core
cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!
Robert Browning es traducido por:
- Carlos Jiménez Arribas