Epílogo
Esta lección se dedica a la memoria
del escritor de tantas novelas misteriosas y de tantos poemas
hermosos que, desde mi niñez, enriquecieron mis anhelos
literarios:
Edgar Allan Poe, autor de El
Cuervo, Annabell Lee y The
Bells.
| The BellsHear the What a world of How they tinkle, While the stars All the heavens, With a Keeping time, To the From the bells, From the jingling IIHear the mellow What a world of Through the balmy How they ring out From the And an in What a liquid To the On the Oh, from out the What a gush of How it swells!How On the Future! Of the rapture To the swinging Of the bells, Of the bells, Bells, bells, To the rhyming IIIHear the loud Brazen What a tale of In the startled How they scream Too much They can only Out of In a clamorous In a mad Leaping higher, With a desperate And a resolute Now- now to sit By the side of Oh, the bells, What a tale their Of How they clang, What a horror On the bosom of Yet the ear it By the And the How the danger Yet the ear In the And the How the danger By the sinking or Of the bells-Of In the clamor and IVHear the What a world of In the silence of How we shiver At the melancholy For every sound From the rust And the people- They that dwell All And who, tolling, In that muffled Feel a glory in On the human They are neither They are neither They are And he rolls, A paean from the And his merry With the paean of And he dances, Keeping time, In a sort of To the paean of Keeping time, In a sort of To the throbbing To the sobbing of Keeping time, As he knells, In a happy Runic To the rolling of To the tolling of Bells, bells, To the moaning | |||||||||||||||||||
El sortilegio sutil de la
onomatopeya…
Autor:
Dr. Félix E. F.
Larocca
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