“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
domenica 27 novembre 2016
Ricomincia a piovere dentro
La dolce sonnolenza del fiume
scossa si sveglia
Argini tremano, l'acqua impetuosa sale,
deve uscire
muri cadono
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