We continue to celebrate National Poetry Month with these two selections written by William Shakespeare and Anontio Machado.
Listen as Eagle Hill School student Kipp W. ’20, reads William Shakespeare’s poem, Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest.
And Spanish teacher Katherine Poulson, reads Antonio Machado’s poem, Camiante, No Hay Camoni | Traveler, There is no Road.
Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Written By: William Shakespeare
Read By: Eagle Hill School Student Kipp W. ’20
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb’red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
Caminante, No Hay Camino | Traveler, There Is No Road
Written By: Antonia Machado
Read By: Katherine Poulson, Spanish Teacher
“Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino sino estelas en la mar.”
Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk. As you walk, you make your own road, and when you look back you see the path you will never travel again. Traveler, there is no road; only a ship's wake on the sea.