tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107846301718704109.post8512877081685050039..comments2015-03-22T15:32:17.978-07:00Comments on BIBLIOTECA: KISS MEUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107846301718704109.post-89882440261762275052013-11-30T14:14:44.439-08:002013-11-30T14:14:44.439-08:00Obrigado, Maria.
Yeats é um dos poetas mais estima...Obrigado, Maria.<br />Yeats é um dos poetas mais estimados nesta Biblioteca. BRUNO OLIVEIRA SANTOShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08759884880623359616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107846301718704109.post-91559100041599163972013-11-30T13:47:47.262-08:002013-11-30T13:47:47.262-08:00Vejo que gosta bastante de poesia. Eu também. Se m...Vejo que gosta bastante de poesia. Eu também. Se me permite, deixo-lhe dois poemas de W.B. Yeats, seguindo a atmosfera que por aqui se respira. Ainda que, devido ao meu estado de espírito, tanto alguns dos belíssimos que vem publicando como estes dois que deixo e outros mais que eu tanto aprecio, me entristeçam bastante. Contudo não resisto.<br /><br />HE WISHES HER BELOVED WERE DEAD<br /><br />Were you but lying cold and dead,<br />And lights were paling out of the West,<br />You would come hither, and bend your head,<br />And I would lay my head on your breast; <br />And you would murmur tender words,<br />Forgiving me, because you were dead:<br />Nor would you rise and haste away,<br />Though you have the will of the wild birds,<br />But know your hair was bound and wound<br />About the stars and moon and sun:<br />O would, beloved, that you lay<br />Under the dock-leaves in the ground<br />While lights were paling one by one.<br /><br />Só mais este. Triste mas lido.<br /><br />AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH<br /><br />I know that I shall meet my fate<br />Somewhere above the clouds above;<br />Those that I fight I do not hate,<br />Those that I guard I do not love; <br />My country is Kiltartan Cross,<br />My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,<br />No likely end could bring them loss<br />Nor leave them happier than before,<br />Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,<br />Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,<br />A lonely impulse of delight<br />Drove to this tumult in the clouds;<br />I balanced all, brought all to mind,<br />The years to come seemed waste of breath,<br />A waste of breath the years behind<br />In balance with this life, this death. <br /> Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05169318329037851260noreply@blogger.com