"...So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle. With the din,
Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away."
William Wordsworth
Ice-skating
from The Prelude
Molto bella!
RispondiEliminaPS: grazie per la segnalazione della versione originale della poesia di Elizabeth Siddal!
;-)
Bellissima! *_*
RispondiEliminaSe passi di qua c'è un premio per te :) http://stargazerstides.blogspot.it/2012/04/i-nuovi-riconoscimenti-di-stargazers.html