Friday, 27 November 2009

last night



















Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me  by  Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That's what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain-
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

3 comments:

  1. Belo ... Profundo ... Sereno ... Como se alguém buscasse tranquilidade e segurança, sempre tão efémeras ...

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  2. Poema fascinante, linda foto, de ar outonal, como diria Florbela Espanca:

    Outonal

    Caem as folhas mortas sobre o lago;
    Na penumbra outonal, não sei quem tece
    As rendas do silêncio… Olha, anoitece!
    - Brumas longínquas do País do Vago…

    Veludos a ondear… Mistério mago…
    Encantamento… A hora que não esquece,
    A luz que a pouco e pouco desfalece,
    Que lança em mim a bênção dum afago…

    Outono dos crepúsculos doirados,
    De púrpuras, damascos e brocados!
    - Vestes a terra inteira de esplendor!

    Outono das tardinhas silenciosas,
    Das magníficas noites voluptuosas
    Em que eu soluço a delirar de amor…

    Florbela Espanca, «Charneca em Flor», in «Poesia Completa»

    Bjs

    Fátima

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  3. Obrigada Fátima pelo belissimo poema de Florbela Espanca! Agradeço a atenção e os vossos comentários sempre sensíveis e oportunos!
    Bjs, cx

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