Ah, me recuerdo de Whitman's "When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer"
When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Hoy supe por un amigo indio, que los astrónomos ya no miran las estrellas.
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Sí, sino ése no nos para de maravillarse en la belleza del cielo nocturno…
y, entonces, qué hacen?
¿Escriba los poemas, quizá?
Ah, me recuerdo de Whitman's "When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer"
When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Que pena! pobres, sus sueños de mirar al cielo se vinieron al suelo!
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