Una cita, una imagen (17)

Aquí tenéis "Una cita, una imagen" número 17 del blog Libros con alma, esta vez, la dedico al libro que estoy leyéndome, Clockwork angel, de Cassandra Clare:

Thames River Song

"... a note of salt

slips in and the river rises,

darkening to the color of tea,

swelling to meet the green.

Above its banks the cogs and wheels

of monstrous machines

clank and spin, the ghost within

vanishes into its coils,

whispering mysteries.

We are at war.

Each tiny golden cog has teeth,

each great wheel moves

a pair of hands which take

the water from the river,

devour it, convert it into steam,

coerce the great machine to run

on the force of its dissolution.

They each believe that they can take apart

the ancient powers, rebuild the pillars of the world.

Gently, the tide is rising,

corrupting the mechanism.

Salt, rust and silt

slowing the gears.

Down at the banks

the iron tanks

sway into their moorings

with the hollow boom

of a gigantic bell,

of drum and cannon

which cry out in a tongue of thunder

and the river rolls under."

Elka Cloke



Poema extraído de Clockwork Angel, Cassandra Clare