Ode on a Grecian Urn

John Keats 1795–1821

HOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape 5
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 10
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 15
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 20
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 25
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 30
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore, 35
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return. 40
O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 45
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’ 50
Ode on a Grecian Urn

Fotografía copyleft, fotografiando la belleza

Internet posibilita cosas increibles. Cuando por primera vez vi una foto de Olga no podía imaginar que un día le podría hacer yo mismo una foto en persona. La primera imagen que vi de ella fue en julio de 2007, a través de un fotografo llamado NYC Arthur en Flickr. Hace pocos días, tras muchas vueltas que ha dado mi vida, he estado en Nueva York, conocí a Arthur en persona y fuimos a tomar junto a mi mujer a Maxies, donde estaba Olga, una de las criaturas más hermosas que haya visto jamás. Fue una tarde completa y genial de fotografía en mi ciudad favorita.



Por fin tengo mi propia foto de Olga y lo cierto es que es difícil hacerle una foto en la que no quede bien. Es una chica extraordinariamente fotogénica y aquí la prueba. ¡Y eso que el día no estaba para muchas fotos! Diluviaba en Nueva York ese jueves. Bueno, ha sido fantástico conocer a las chicas de Maxies, local muy recomendable si se quiere estar en buena compañía y conocer a esta belleza.

Fotografía copyleft, fotografiando la belleza