terra mia

ph: claudia fumo

But my soul wanders: I demand it back,
To meditate amongst decay, and stand
A ruin amidst ruins; there to track
Fall'n states and buried greatness, o'er a land
Which was the mightiest in its old command,
And is the loveliest, and must ever be
The master mould of Nature's heavenly hand;
Wherein were cast the heroic and the free,
The beautiful, the brave, the lords of earth and sea,

The commonwealth of kings, the men of Rome!
And even now, and since, fair Italy!
Thou art the garden of the world, the home
Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree;
Even in thy desert, what is like to thee?
Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste
More rich that other climes' fertility;
Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced
With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.

lord byron


sonoio said...

no sólo es una bellísima imágen sino que también es extraordinario el poema de byron

un beso y los mejores deseos para vos!

girlontape said...

el Lord B la rompe...n'est-ce pas Sonoio? beso y felicidades para vos también!
(te sigo, pero sigo sin poder dejar coments en tu bendito blog, wtf?)