by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)

On a poet's lips I slept
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE
On a poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aëreal kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see, what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Jean-Pierre Granger)
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "He dormit damunt els llavis d’un poeta", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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