quarta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2010

Antiphon for Evariste Galois

Until the sun I have no time

But the flash of thought is like the sun

Sudden, absolute:

Watch at the desk, through the window raised on the flawless dark,
The hand that trembles in the light,
Lucid, sudden.

Until the sun I have no time

The image is swift,
Without recall, but the mind holds
To the form of thought, its shape of sense
Coherent to an unknown time

I have no time and wholly my risk
Is out of time; I have no time,
I cry to you I have no time

Watch. This light is like the sun
Illumining grass, seacoast, this death

I have no time. Be thou my time.

Carol C. Drake, 1957