La Sociedad de los Poetas Muertos

Posted by Roland Deschain | Posted in | Posted on miércoles, diciembre 03, 2008



Algunos extractos de pensamientos y poesías mencionados en la película protagonizada por Robin Williams, Ethan Hawke y Robert Sean Leonard.


"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever." - Henry David Thoreau (Where I Lived and What I Lived For)


El siguiente es un poema de Walt Whitman dedicado a la memoria de Lincoln:



"O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought

is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and

daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.



O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle

trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores

a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces

turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.



My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed

and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object

won:
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead. "


Walt Whitman -O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!


Enjoy,

Roland Of Gilead

Comments (2)

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