tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73202422317969259032011-04-21T11:15:58.671-07:00m759http://www.blogger.com/profile/18291853371291950138noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320242231796925903.post-56467922102397461642007-11-03T10:15:00.000-07:002007-11-03T10:27:04.949-07:00For Lucero (Cuernavaca, 1962):<br /><p> From <i>On Beauty</i>, by Elaine Scarry, Princeton University Press, 1999-- </p> <blockquote> <p> "Homer sings of the beauty of particular things. Odysseus, washed up on shore, covered with brine, having nearly drowned, comes upon a human community and one person in particular, Nausicaa, whose beauty simply astonishes him. He has never anywhere seen a face so lovely; he has never anywhere seen <i>any</i> thing so lovely.... </p> <blockquote> <p> I have never laid eyes on anyone like you,<br />neither man nor woman...<br />I look at you and a sense of wonder takes me.<br /><br />Wait, once I saw the like--<br />in Delos, beside Apollo's altar--<br />the young slip of a palm-tree<br />springing into the light."<br /></p> </blockquote> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320242231796925903-5646792210239746164?l=outis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>m759http://www.blogger.com/profile/18291853371291950138noreply@blogger.com0