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Artigos da categoria “Poesia

I’m Nobody

Publicado em 29/01/2021

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know!

How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell one’s name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!

—Emily Dickinson, Poems/Emily Dickinson, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, 1993

Red Bird

Publicado em 08/12/2020

Red bird came all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else could.

Of course I love the sparrows,
Those dun-colored darlings,
So hungry and so many.

I am a God-fearing feeder of birds,
I know he has many children,
Not all of them bold in spirit.

Still, for whatever reason—
Perhaps because the winter is so long
And the sky so black-blue,

Or perhaps because the heart narrows
As often as it opens—
I am grateful

That red bird comes all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else can do.

—Mary Oliver, Red Bird, 2008

The Hollow Men

Publicado em 07/08/2020

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Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.

—T.S. Eliot

So It Befell

Publicado em 16/07/2020

When the day is long
And full of pain
I remember
A certain little lane
Where every night,
At half-past seven,
The train flashed by
On its way to heaven

There you and I,
Watching in the lane,
Dreamed of riding
Inside the train—
Away from the wide
Sun-flowered plain
And tall fields of
High rolling grain.

When night is long
And strangely sane,
I remember
A certain little lane,
Where, on one night—
So it befell—
The train passed heaven
On its way to hell.

—Eda Lou Walton, Beyond Sorrow, 1921

Reconheci-te

Publicado em 05/07/2020

I
Reconheci-te logo destruída
Sem te poder olhar porque tu eras
O próprio coração da minha vida
E eu esperei-te em todas as esperas.

II
Conheci-te e vivi-te em cada deus
E do teu peso em mim é que eu fui triste
Sempre. Tu depois só me destruíste
Com os teus passos mais reais que os meus.

—Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Dia do Mar, 1947