13 febbraio 2011

Londra luogo della poesia

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth hath not anything to show more fair:
Claude Monet, The Thames at Westminster, 1871
Oil on canvas. National Gallery, London, UK. 
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

              William Wordsworth

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