“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud.”
– John Keats, Hyperion.
“But you offer, saturnine traveler,
with what eloquence in mute space
consolation to him whose life is broken”
-Luis Carlos López, Versos a la luna
