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 DoorW.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.
