sábado, 24 de março de 2012

O novo

O novo, manto de inquietação, sob a forma dorme.
É no espaço abstracção, redondo e indiscreto
Cede a mente ao medo ameno de conforto ensonado
Hera doce do passado, presa à casa, já não voa
Mentira em forma de estrela, ilumina encadeante
A verdade e a fé, cegas voam bem distante
Névoa gasta a saudade, pé ante pé rói a cor
Árvore grande, só raiz, terminal parte da dor
Azul breu cor de infinito, nova hora, novo Deus.
Manto em pó de som desdito, carne morna marmoreia
Procura seta certeira, miocárdio ou cinzenta linha
Onde corre o racional, ténue dor nova e sozinha
Corre solta em espiral, catavento de doçura
Onde se aprende a ternura.

when faces called flowers float out of the ground


Birmingham Royal Ballet


when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april (yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

e.e. cummings