Gustavo Franco [1958 – 2013]
“To F . . .”
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path –
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose) –
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea –
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms – but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o’er that one bright island smile.
– Edgar Allan Poe (1835)
