5.2.07

 

Poemas favoritos XLI
Favorite poems XLI


Migração

Orides Fontela

Do leste vieram pássaros
rápidos leves
nem sombra nem rastro
deixam:
apenas passam. Não pousam.
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The Door
W.H.Auden

Out of it steps the future of the poor,
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
The red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools.

Grest persons eye it in the twilight for
A past it might so carelessly let in,
A widow with a missionary grin,
The foaming inundation at a roar.

We pile our all against it when afraid,
And beat upon its panels when we die:
By happening to be open once, it made

Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the sunshine, and,
Simply by being tiny, made her cry.

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