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domingo, 1 de fevereiro de 2009

Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world


Nossa, me "enamorei" de novo de Emily Dickinson e de sua brilhante forma de escrever: simples, pura, concreta, atingível...


This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!



e o inesquecível... como poderia deixar de mencioná-lo?


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!

sexta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2008

Lord give us... Robert Louis Stevenson, Vivien Leigh & eu...

Este maravilhoso poema de Robert Louis Stevenson era um dos poemas prediletos de uma mulher muito culta que chamou-se Vivien Leigh... e um dos meus também...
Viv, for you. And God bless you for that! Eu descobri este fato hoje, por acaso...

Lord give us...



Lord, give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere.
Give us grace to accept and to forgive offenders.

Forgetful ourselves, help us to bear cheerfully the forgetfulness of others.
Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.
Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors . . .
If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come,
that we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath . . .
and in all changes of fortune . . .
and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to another.

We beseech of Thee this help and mercy for Christ's sake.

domingo, 20 de julho de 2008

Elizabeth Barret Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth
and height My soul can reach,
when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need,
by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints!---
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!---
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.