<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,<br>More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,<br>More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,<br>And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's<br>Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautifu sun that rises, his work not forgotten,<br>And completes it, most beautifully in summer, when a day<br>Evaporates on the coast, and effortlessly mirrored the sails<br>Pass through your sight, till you tire and cut short the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without the sun even art takes the veil again,<br>You cease to appear to me, and the sea and the sand,<br>Lashed by shadows, take refuge under my eyelids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful light, that keeps us warm, preserves us, marvellously makes sure<br>That I see again and that I see you again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing more beautiful under the sun than to be under the sun . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above,<br>Pondering his flight, and, below, the fishes in shoals,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coloured, moulded, brought into the world with a mission of light,<br>And to see the radius, the square of a field, my landscape's thousand angles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the dress you have put on. And yourdress, bell-shaped and blue!<br>Beautiful blue, in which peacocks walk and bow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue of far places, the zones of joy with weathers that suit my mood,<br>Blue chance on the horizon! and my enchanted eyes<br>Dilate again and blink and burn themselves sore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful sun, to whom dust owes great admiration yet,<br>Not for the moon, therefore, and not for the stars, and not<br>Because night shows off with comets, trying to fool me,<br>But for your sake, and endlessly soon, and for you above all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall lament the inevitable loss of my sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ingeborg+Bachmann">Ingeborg Bachmann</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412484" data-title="To The Sun de Ingeborg Bachmann" data-description="More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light, More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night, More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes, And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's Because..."></div> </div> </div>

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