Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight discovers,
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the ear
May wander like a river
The swaying sound of the sea.
Here at a small field’s ending pause
Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges
Oppose the pluck
And knock of the tide,
And the shingle scrambles after the sucking surf,
And a gull lodges
A moment on its sheer side.
Far off like floating seeds the ships
Diverge on urgent voluntary errands,
And this full view
Indeed may enter
And move in memory as now these clouds do,
That pass the harbour mirror
And all the summer through the water saunter.

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Mercedes Dembo
almost 5 years

El poeta invita el forastero a ver por su cuenta la belleza de la isla
en ese particular momento, quiere mostrar que la isla britanica no es aburrida ni triste. Lo veo como una celebracion de los sentidos de la vista, el oido que nos hacen vivir de nuevo la experiencia.
Gracias Cuauh por tu excelsa traducción.

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