ΣΕΛΛΕΫ!

PERCY B. SHELLEY

MUTABILITY

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! —yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. —A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. —One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! —For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

ΣΕΛΛΕΫ!

PERCY BUSSHE SHELLEY

WAKE THE SERPENT NOT

Wake the serpent not—lest he
Should not know the way to go,-
Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping
Through the deep grass of the meadow!
Not a bee shall hear him creeping,
Not a may-fly shall awaken
From its cradling blue-bell shaken,
Not the starlight as he’s sliding
Through the grass with silent gliding.

ΣΕΛΛΕΫ!

PERCY BYSSHY SHELLEY (1792-1822)


LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY

The Fountains mingle with the river
 And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
 With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
 All things by a law devine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
 Why not I with thine? –

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
 And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
 If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
 And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this work worth worth
 If thou kiss not me?


Το ποίημα μάς το έστειλε η εικονιζόμενη φίλη του ιστολογίου κ. Elsa Benitez.