CAPE COD (I): HACE 150 AÑOS: "Cape Cod is Thoreau's sunniest, happiest book. It bubbles over with jokes, puns, tall tales, and genial good humor the model to which a...
"Cape Cod is Thoreau's sunniest,
happiest book. It bubbles over with jokes, puns, tall tales, and genial
good humor the model to which all new books about the Cape are still
compared." - Walter Harding
El marinero que hace su puerto más
seguro en el Cielo quizás les parece a sus amigos en la tierra que ha
naufragado, porque consideran el puerto de Boston el lugar más seguro (...)
El viento más fuerte no puede rendir un Espíritu, es un aliento del Espíritu.
El propósito de un hombre justo no puede ser partido sobre cualquier Grampus o material
de rocas, sino que por sí mismo deshará rocas hasta que tenga éxito.
HDT (Cape Cod, The Shipwreck)
[20] Why care for these dead bodies? They really have no friends but the
worms or fishes. Their owners were coming to the New World, as Columbus
and the Pilgrims did, — they were within a mile of its shores; but,
before they could reach it, they emigrated to a newer world than ever
Columbus dreamed of, yet one of whose existence we believe that there is
far more universal and convincing evidence — though it has not yet been
discovered by science — than Columbus had of this; not merely mariners'
tales and some paltry drift-wood and sea-weed, but a continual drift
and instinct to all our shores. I saw their empty hulks that came to
land; but they themselves, meanwhile, were cast upon some shore yet
further west, toward which we are all tending, and which we shall reach
at last, it may be through storm and darkness, as they did. No doubt, we
have reason to thank God that they have not been "shipwrecked into life
again." The mariner who makes the safest port in Heaven, perchance,
seems to his friends on earth to be shipwrecked, for they deem Boston
Harbor the better place; though perhaps invisible to them, a skilful
pilot comes to meet him, and the fairest and balmiest gales blow off
that coast, his good ship makes the land in halcyon days, and he kisses
the shore in rapture there, while his old hulk tosses in the surf here.
It is hard to part with one's body, but, no doubt, it is easy enough to
do without it when once it is gone. All their plans and hopes burst like
a bubble! Infants by the score dashed on the rocks by the enraged
Atlantic Ocean! No, no! If the St. John did not make her port here, she
has been telegraphed there. The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit;
it is a Spirit's breath. A just man's purpose cannot be split on any
Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.
[21] The verses addressed to Columbus, dying, may, with slight alterations, be applied to the passengers of the St. John: —
"Soon with them will all be over,
Soon the voyage will be begun
That shall bear them to discover,
Far away, a land unknown.
"Land that each, alone, must visit,
But no tidings bring to men;
For no sailor, once departed,
Ever hath returned again.
"No carved wood, no broken branches
Ever drift from that far wild;
He who on that ocean launches
Meets no corse of angel child.
"Undismayed, my noble sailors,
Spread, then spread your canvas out;
Spirits! on a sea of ether
Soon shall ye serenely float!
"Where the deep no plummet soundeth,
Fear no hidden breakers there,
And the fanning wing of angels
Shall your bark right onward bear.
"Quit, now, full of heart and comfort,
These rude shores, they are of earth;
Where the rosy clouds are parting,
There the blessed isles loom forth."
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