quarta-feira, 31 de março de 2010

Velharias (20)

Notinha pessoal:


O que mais aprecio num homem, eis algo que já me perguntaram mais do que uma vez. E àqueles que perguntaram, respondi sempre da mesma maneira: que saiba quando estar calado, bem como a quem perguntar.



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Poesia em inglês


Above the Fire


Above the fire a man floats in a boat.

Above the fire a woman is devoured by a snake,
unseen.

The leaves are yellow alongside & in the wake

the trunks & branches
mirror one another, black, rain-soaked.

And now he's old. He trails a hand until it snares
a leaf
saw-toothed.

Clouds break above the buildings
where there had been none.

The snake is old, its jaw completely
unhinged for the swallowing.

What now?

There was a continent.

Below, the last gods bum along with their last
offerings


no smoke, no film, no evidence.

The gold-shagged blizzard of the willow

spills again.

Climb down. Prevent.

He leans back & the oar drips like no other memory.



Peter Sacks, 2002.



(24/12/2004)