jueves, 20 de octubre de 2016

Terror en la biblioteca.

 Nuestros alumnos de 4º de ESO participarán el próximo Martes 25 de octubre en la actividad Terror en la Biblioteca leyendo poemas de Poe en inglés. Además, se leerán diferentes leyendas urbanas en francés  y a Lovecraft en castellano.


Estos serán los poemas que leerán nuestros alumnos.

The lake

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less--
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight--
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define--
Nor Love--although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

A dream

In visions of the dark night 
I have dreamed of joy departed— 
But a waking dream of life and light 
Hath left me broken-hearted. 

Ah! what is not a dream by day 
To him whose eyes are cast 
On things around him with a ray 
Turned back upon the past? 

That holy dream—that holy dream, 
While all the world were chiding, 
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam 
A lonely spirit guiding. 

What though that light, thro' storm and night, 
So trembled from afar— 
What could there be more purely bright 
In Truth's day-star?