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Amor en la literatura,
conferencia ignagural.
Marcin Kazmierczak
conferencia ignagural.
Marcin Kazmierczak
Oh Dios, tú eres mi Dios, por ti madrugo,
mi alma está sedienta de ti;
mi carne tiene ansia de ti,
como tierra reseca, agostada, sin agua.
¡Cómo te contemplaba en el santuario
viendo tu fuerza y tu gloria!
Tu gracia vale más que la vida,
te alabarán mis labios.
Toda mi vida te bendeciré
y alzaré las manos invocándote.
Me saciaré como de enjundia y de manteca,
y mis labios te alabarán jubilosos.
En el lecho me acuerdo de ti
y velando medito en ti,
porque fuiste mi auxilio,
y a la sombra de tus alas canto con júbilo;
mi alma está unida a ti,
y tu diestra me sostiene.
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mi alma está sedienta de ti;
mi carne tiene ansia de ti,
como tierra reseca, agostada, sin agua.
¡Cómo te contemplaba en el santuario
viendo tu fuerza y tu gloria!
Tu gracia vale más que la vida,
te alabarán mis labios.
Toda mi vida te bendeciré
y alzaré las manos invocándote.
Me saciaré como de enjundia y de manteca,
y mis labios te alabarán jubilosos.
En el lecho me acuerdo de ti
y velando medito en ti,
porque fuiste mi auxilio,
y a la sombra de tus alas canto con júbilo;
mi alma está unida a ti,
y tu diestra me sostiene.
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Much have I travelled in the
realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
'On First Looking into Chapman's Homer'
by John Keats
realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
'On First Looking into Chapman's Homer'
by John Keats