segunda-feira, 24 de agosto de 2009

O poeta Dylan Thomas

Excerto de "Under Milk Wood" de Dylam Thomas

"To begin at the beginning:

It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.

Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrogered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and.... "

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3 comentários:

Paula Raposo disse...

Um post fantástico! Adorei! Beijos.

tchi disse...

Boa convalescença.

Que recuperes bem e quanto antes da cirurgia.

Beijinhos e as melhoras.

ivone disse...

só até 2012? restam 3 anos só?
logo aí que conseguiria o topo da carreira. pena.