Julio Cortázar, Botella al mar (Deshoras)
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange…
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange…
de sus huesos se ha hecho coral,
lo que eran sus ojos ahora son perlas.
No queda nada en él
que el mar no haya transmutado
en algo precioso y extraño…
William Shakespeare, La tempestad (I , 2)
Edmund Dulac, ilustración en una edición de La Tempestad de 1918
Lápida en la tumba de Percy Bysshe Shelley