Frasi di Zygmunt Krasiński

“Not that I rise against thee, Poetry,
Mother of Beauty, of ideal Life!
But I must pity him condemned to dwell
Within the limits of these whirling worlds
In dying agonies, or yet to be,
Doomed to sad memories, or prophecies,
Perchance remorse, or vague presentiments,—
Who gives himself to thee! for everywhere
Thou ruinest wholly those who consecrate
Themselves, with all they are, to thee alone,
Who solely live the voices of thy glory!”

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Zygmunt Krasiński

The Undivine Comedy

“Alas! thou sufferest, too, although thy pangs
Bring naught to birth, nothing create, nor serve!”

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Zygmunt Krasiński

The Undivine Comedy

“Painting the sensual with thy hues divine,—
Thou turn'st away thy face, while scattering
Perchance upon his brow some fading flowers,
Of which he strives to twine a funeral crown,
Spending his life to weave a wreath of death!”

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Zygmunt Krasiński

The Undivine Comedy