Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 7, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: On a Broken Marble

by Jose Maria de Heredia (1842 – 1905).


On a Broken Marble (1893)


Pious the moss to see no more the ground;

For from this wasted wood forever gone

Is virgin who the milk and wine poured on

The earth to beauteous name that marked the bound.


The ivy, hop, viburnum, which around                                              5

This ruin gather, all to them unknown

Whether ’twas Silvan, Pan, Hermes or Faun,

Its maimed front their twining horns have found.


Behold! The ray, caressful as of old,

In its flat face has set two orbs of gold;                                          10

As though from lip, the vines bid laughter run;


And (mobile spell), wind murmuring blown,

The leaves, the wandering shadows and the sun,

Have turned to living God this broken stone. 




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