Jul 10


About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:

They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an importance failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out from the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

W. H. Auden
publicado por RAA às 22:20 | comentar | favorito
Jul 10


Ervas de macio cheiro,
secura de ásperos cactos,
alegria dos contactos,
tristeza do passageiro --

Tudo! E este vago sentido
das superfícies do mundo,
a matéria e o eco profundo
do horizonte pressentido;

Tudo e nada; outra vez tudo;
nada outra vez -- mas, teimosa,
a languidez desta rosa
morrendo a mão de veludo.

Tudo agora, nada em breve,
enquanto a nuvem que passa
tem a mesma, a eterna graça
leve, leve, leve, leve...

Ribeiro Couto
publicado por RAA às 17:40 | comentar | favorito