Thursday, 1 October 2009


3 comments:

  1. Que bonitos cogumelos!!!
    Tal e qual como nos contos de fadas...as mesmas corês, a mesma magia!
    E Parabens com as renovações.
    Tantos e bonitos "bem-me-queres" são sem dúvida um grande melhoramento!
    Bjs

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  2. Autumnal Sonnet

    Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
    And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
    And night by night the monitory blast
    Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd
    O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
    Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
    Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods
    Than any joy indulgent summer dealt.
    Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve,
    Pensive and glad, with tones that recognise
    The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes,
    It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave
    To walk with memory,--when distant lies
    Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve.

    by William Allingham

    Bjs

    Fátima Clérigo

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  3. Obrigada Isabel, também gosto muito dos malmequeres! E que esplendido poema de Outono Fátima! Robert Frost explicou como acontecia um poema,e parece-me vir aqui muito a propósito:
    "a poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness...it finds the thought and the thought finds the words."
    Bjs

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