for my friend germán, on his way to rome

self-portrait by elisabetta sirani, 1658

And even since, and now, 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 than other climes' fertility;
Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced
With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.


dasbald said...

estuve leyendo al lord todo el verano porque encontre sus obras completas en la casa de mar del plata. van conmigo ...

girlontape said...

ves? como nos acompaña la synchronicity of life... ya mismo hago lugar en la biblioteca :))