lunes, 19 de enero de 2009


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

2 comentarios:

Filiberto dijo...

¡El Buen Edgar Allan Pior! Buena manera de empezar la semana. Danke Schön, Herr Kein.

Alejandro Caveda dijo...

Bonito poema, siempre es un placer leer a Poe y más si es en su idioma original. Salu2 ;)