DESPAIR
I like to watch the heavens
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as clouds of black roll by,
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and hear the north wind raging:
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its terrifying roar.
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I like to see the evening
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sans moon and sans the stars,
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and nothing but scintillas
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to lend a little light.
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I'm pleased by cemeteries
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when packed to overflowing
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and dripping blood and gore,
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until it takes our breath.
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Inside, there stands a digger,
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his face all framed with gloom,
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as with his ruthless hands
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he crushes all the skulls.
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I like to see the bombs
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fall gently from the sky
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and, as it would appear,
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lie harmless on the ground ...
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and then, in all their fury
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to come to life, exploding
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and belching lightning bolts,
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with corpses everywhere.
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May thunder waken me
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with hoarse and brutal tread
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and make the sleeping world
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to shudder and awake.
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May countless lightning crash
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incessant on the world:
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great pleasure's mine to see
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the scuttling firmament.
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I'd like to light the flame
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to burn the city down:
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to burn both far and near,
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with rubble everywhere.
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To see an old man roasting
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and burning like a torch;
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to hear his plangent pleading:
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my pleasure and my joy!
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I like the countryside
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when blanketed with snow:
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the fruit and flower and greens
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all being exorcized.
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And all the songbirds too,
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and not a sign of sunlight,
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but only shadow-shows
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from all-pervading death.
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And in the shady woods
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a crumbling mansion stands:
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what joy it gives to me
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when it reflects the moon
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and when the weathervanes
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go harshly squealing round
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they call to mind the scream
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that tells us someone's dead.
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I like it when they carry
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poor mortals to Avernus
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and there they make them suffer
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for all the ill they've wrought
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by opening their bowels
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by tearing out their tendons
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by breaking all their hearts
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and paying heed to nought.
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The unaccustomed freshet
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that floods the fertile plain
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and reaches mountain-heights
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and horrifes us all:
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it sweeps away the cattle
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and vines without a pause:
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such ruin it can cause,
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and such delight for me.
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The shouting and the laughter,
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the gaming and the bottles:
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on every side the beauties
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that laugh to drink them down
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and plant upon the lips
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a kiss with every drink:
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voluptuous flattery
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from every bawdy mouth.
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And then to break the glass,
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cups, saucers, plates and cards,
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and then with razor bared
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seek out the nearest heart.
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And then to hear the toasting
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all mixed up with the moaning
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and shrieking of the wounded:
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confusion, and the grief.
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I'd like to see the man
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go dragging his intestine,
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while, dying in a corner,
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another pleads for wine,
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as those already drunk
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in unaccustomed phrase
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sing out a shameless song
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to holy God on high.
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All while the mistresses
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recline upon their couches
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their breasts all bare of ouches
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and not a belt in sight:
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they show off all their charms,
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their hair in disarray,
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their lovely thighs exposed ...
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What pleasure! What a sight!
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Análisis métrico
104
Versos
6.6
Media silábica
687
Sílabas totales