martes, 25 de diciembre de 2007

T. S ELIOT

Son of man,                                  
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

1 comentario:

Lunita dijo...

una mirada desde la alcantarilla puede ser una visión del mundo

la rebelión consiste en mirar una rosa hasta pulverizarse los ojos

eso. pizarnik tenía que ser