For N.P. First dream Pyramidal, funereal and Earthen Born like shadow and aimed in vain Like the raised point of an obelisk Set towards the sky. Climbing and striving in vain for the stars Which, though beautiful , Sparkle and are exempt, Far from the vapour of war, From it's fugitive shade They mock at a distance. The frowning bronze of their rays Failing to touch the convex surface of this globe. Property of the of the Goddess, Who is thrice beautiful, And Boasts three beautiful faces And who owns the air that she blots and soaks With the denseness of her breath. So that in this quiet and contentment In this imperial silence, Even the voices of the night birds, So dark and grave That even the silence won't interrupt them, Consent. Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz [ my translation ]
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head