A alma é um cenário.
Por vezes, ela é como uma manhã brilhante e fresca,
inundada de alegria.
Por vezes ela é como um pôr do sol...
triste e nostálgico.

-Rubem Alves-

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quinta-feira, 22 de abril de 2010

somewhere i have never travelled... (LVII)

(E. E. Cummings "Mt. Chocorua."Oil on canvas. Ca. 1938.)

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e. cummings

(October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in lowercase letters as ee cummings (in the style of some of his poems), was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings.

2 comentários:

Amor feito Poesia disse...

Há pensamentos que são orações. Há momentos nos quais, seja qual for a posição do corpo, a alma está de joelhos.

Victor Hugo

Bom final de tarde.....Beijos meus

Fernando Campanella disse...

Este poema é uma obra-prima, certamente na lista dos melhores que já li. Poesia eterna, minha amiga. Obrigado por postá-lo. Bjos.