Los prodigios que hoy he contemplado

Many the wonders I this day have seen

John Keats

Cavilando

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain´s to die.

John Keats

Huir del confinamiento

To one who has been long in city pent,

'Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face, -to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

John Keats

The poetry of earth...

 

The poetry of earth is never dead

John Keats