To Nature

It may indeed be phantasy, when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be ; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.


Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Coleridge X Campanella

He looked at his own soul with a telescope.
What seemed all irregular, he saw and shewed to be beautiful constellations:
and he added to the consciousness hidden worlds within worlds.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge-
(England 1772-1834)

Ele observou sua própria própria alma com um telescópio. O que parecia total irregularidade, ele enxergou e mostrou como lindas constelações: e à consciência ele integrou mundos ocultos dentro de outros mundos

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tradução de Fernando Campanella

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Glycine’s Song

A Sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll’d
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!
And thus he sang: ‘Adieu adieu!
Love’s dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away;
Far, far away!
To-day! to-day!


Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(21/10/1772- 25/07/1834)
England