Percy Bysshe Shelley

A pesar de la enorme importancia de la obra poetica de Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), a quien Lord Byron definió como "el mejor y el menos egoísta de los hombres", no hay una gran antología de su obra traducida al español. El poeta, ensayista y traductor Jose Luis Rey, que ya se ha encargado de trasladar al español las poesias completas de Emily Dickinson y T. S. Eliot, asi como Harmoiun, una de las grandes obras de Wallace Stevens, ha traducido la antologia mas completa de Shelley hasta el momento en español, titulada "Donde estan los eternos". En ella se puede rastrear al Shelley idealista y plenamente convenbcido de la capacidad visionaria y liberadora de la Poesia. Suya es la frase celebre: "Los poetas son los legisladores no reconocidos del mundo".

What is love? Ask him who lives, what is life? ask him who adores, what is God?I know not the internal constitution of other men, nor even thine, whom I now address. I see that in some external attributes they resemble me, but when, misled by that appearance, I have thought to appeal to something in common, and unburthen my inmost soul to them, I have found my language misunderstood, like one in a distant and savage land. The more opportunities they have afforded me for experience, the wider has appeared the interval between us, and to a greater distance have the points of sympathy been withdrawn. With a spirit ill fitted to sustain such proof, trembling and feeble through its tenderness, I have everywhere sought sympathy and have found only repulse and disappointment.

For nearly two months after the death of Keats, 23 February, 1821, Shelley appears to have remained in ignorance of the event: he knew it on or before 19 April. The precise date when he began his Elegy does not seem to be recorded: one may suppose it to have been in the latter half of May. On 5 June he wrote to Mr. and Mrs. Gisborne: I have been engaged these last days in composing a poem on the death of Keats, which will shortly be finished; and I anticipate the pleasure of reading it to you, as some of the very few persons who will be interested in it and understand it. It is a highly wrought piece of art, and perhaps better, in point of composition, than anything I have written.

A major new anthology of Percy Bysshe Shelley's work, edited by Jack Donovan and Cian Duffy. 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the leading English Romantics and is critically regarded among the finest lyric poets in the English language. His major works include the long visionary poems 'Prometheus Unbound' and 'Adonais', an elegy on the death of John Keats. His shorter, classic verses include 'To a Skylark', 'Mont Blanc' and 'Ode to the West Wind'. This important new edition collects his best poetry and prose, revealing how his writings weave together the political, personal, visionary and idealistic. This Penguin Classics edition includes a fascinating introduction, notes and other materials by leading Shelley scholars, Jack Donovan and Cian Duffy.

La sensitiva (The Sensitive Plant) e un dolcissimo poemetto in quartine di versi a rima baciata, composto in Italia nel 1820 dal poeta romantico inglese Percy Bysshe Shelley. La pianta sensitiva e una specie particolare di sempreverde, che reagisce allo sfioramento delle foglie richiudendosi immediatamente su se stessa per poi tornare ad aprirsi nel giro di pochi minuti. Nel poemetto (anche musicato da Ottorino Respighi) si afferma la permanenza della bellezza di fronte alla caducita della vita. Questo libro ne offre una piu fruibile e altrettanto delicata versione in prosa, con fedele traduzione di Eugenio G. Maritano.

Murió Adonais y por su muerte lloro. Llorad por Adonais, aunque las lágrimas no deshagan la escarcha que les cubre. Y tú, su hora fatal, la que, entre todas, fuiste elegida para nuestro daño, despierta a tus oscuras compañeras, muestrales tu tristeza y di: conmigo murio Adonais, y en tanto que el futuro a olvidar al pasado no se atreva, perduraran su fama y su destino como una luz y un eco eternamente.

Red thunder-clouds, borne on the wings of the midnight whirlwind, floated, at fits, athwart the crimson-coloured orbit of the moon; the rising fierceness of the blast sighed through the stunted shrubs, which, bending before its violence, inclined towards the rocks whereon they grew: over the blackened expanse of heaven, at intervals, was spread the blue lightnings flash; it played upon the granite heights, and, with momentary brilliancy, disclosed the terrific scenery of the Alps, whose gigantic and mishapen summits, reddened by the transitory moon-beam, were crossed by black fleeting fragments of the tempest-clouds. The rain, in big drops, began to descend, and the thunder-peals, with louder and more deafening crash, to shake the zenith, till the long-protracted war, echoing from cavern to cavern, died, in indistinct murmurs, amidst the far-extended chain of mountains. In this scene, then, at this horrible and tempestuous hour, without one existent earthy being whom he might claim as friend, without one resource to which he might fly as an asylum from the horrors of neglect and poverty, stood Wolfstein;--he gazed upon the conflicting elements; his youthful figure reclined against a jutting granite rock; he cursed his wayward destiny, and implored the Almighty of Heaven to permit the thunderbolt, with crash terrific and exterminating, to descend upon his head, that a being useless to himself and to society might no longer, by his existence, mock Him whoneer made aught in vain.

Torn from the society of all he held dear on earth, the victim of secret enemies, and exiled from happiness, was the wretched Verezzi!All was quiet; a pitchy darkness in volved the face of things, when, urged by fiercest revenge, placed himself at the door of the inn where, undisturbed, Verezzi slept.Loudly he called the landlord. The landlord, to whom the bare name of was terrible, trembling obeyed the summons."Thou knowest Verezzi the Italian? he lodges here.""He does," answered the landlord."Him, then, have I devoted to destruction," exclaimed . "Let Ugo and Bernardo follow you to his apartment; I will be with you to prevent mischief."Cautiously they ascended--successfully they executed their revengeful purpose, and bore the sleeping Verezzi to the place, where a chariot waited to convey the vindictive s prey to the place of its destination.Ugo and Bernardo lifted the still sleeping Verezzi into the chariot. Rapidly they travelled onwards for several hours. Verezzi was still wrapped in deep sleep, from which all the movements he had undergone had been insufficient to rouse him.and Ugo were masked, as was Bernardo, who acted as postition.

Red thunder-clouds, borne on the wings of the midnight whirlwind, floated, at fits, athwart the crimson-coloured orbit of the moon; the rising fierceness of the blast sighed through the stunted shrubs, which, bending before its violence, inclined towards the rocks whereon they grew: over the blackened expanse of heaven, at intervals, was spread the blue lightnings flash; it played upon the granite heights, and, with momentary brilliancy, disclosed the terrific scenery of the Alps, whose gigantic and mishapen summits, reddened by the transitory moon-beam, were crossed by black fleeting fragments of the tempest-clouds. The rain, in big drops, began to descend, and the thunder-peals, with louder and more deafening crash, to shake the zenith, till the long-protracted war, echoing from cavern to cavern, died, in indistinct murmurs, amidst the far-extended chain of mountains. In this scene, then, at this horrible and tempestuous hour, without one existent earthy being whom he might claim as friend, without one resource to which he might fly as an asylum from the horrors of neglect and poverty, stood Wolfstein;--he gazed upon the conflicting elements; his youthful figure reclined against a jutting granite rock; he cursed his wayward destiny, and implored the Almighty of Heaven to permit the thunderbolt, with crash terrific and exterminating, to descend upon his head, that a being useless to himself and to society might no longer, by his existence, mock Him whoneer made aught in vain.

"Adonais, elegía en la muerte de John Keats", su más famosa composición, y otros cuarenta de sus mejores textos forman esta antología de la obra poética de Percy Bysshe Shelley, una de las cumbres de la lirica inglesa y universal de todos los tiempos. Nacido en 1792 y muerto en 1822, Shelley, pese a no haber llegado a cumplir los treinta años, tuvo una vida increiblemente agitada y fructifera, tanto en lo sentimental como en lo literario, dejando una justificada leyenda de poeta romantico y una obra imperecedera.

UMA DEFESA DA POESIA E OUTROS ENSAIOS é uma brilhante peça de discussão filosófica que apresenta todo o poder de argumentação, beleza, intelecto e imaginação do poeta Percy Shelley. A obra declara o