28.3.07
Poemas favoritos LXXXVII
Favorite poems LXXXVII
Da Observação
Mário Quintana
Não te irrites, por mais que te fizerem...
Estuda, a frio, o coração alheio.
Farás, assim, do mal que eles te querem,
Teu mais amável e sutil recreio...
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The Second TemptationW. H. Auden
The library annoyed him with its look
Of calm belief in being really there;
He threw away a rival's silly book,
And clattered panting up the spiral stair.
Swaying upon the parapet he cried:
"O Uncreated Nothing, set me free,
Now let Thy perfect be identified,
Unending passion of the night, with Thee."
And his long suffering flesh, that all the time
Had felt the simple cravings of the stone
And hoped to be rewarded for her climb,
Took it to be a promise when he spoke
That now at last she would be left alone,
And plunged into the college quad, and broke.
