quarta-feira, 28 de abril de 2010

Anne Bradstreet.

Um dos poemas mais intensos que ja li. Ok, nao leio muitos, mas esse realmente deu pra sentir a intensidade. O ingles eh mais formal, entao, quem nao tiver familiarizado, o google eh uma boa ferramente pra traduzir palavras soltas, o que pode ajudar a entender o contexto. Esse poema foi uma carta ao marido dela.

A letter to her Husband, absent upon publick employment

"My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my Magazine of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lye?
So many steps, head from the heart to sever
If but a neck, soon should we be together;
I, like the earth this season, mourn in black,
My Sun is gone so far in`s zodiack,
Whom whilst I `joy`d, nor storms, nor frosts I felt,
His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt.
My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn;
Return, return sweet Sol from Capricorn;
In this dead time, alas, what can I more
Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore?
Which sweet contentmente yield me for a space,
True living Pictures of their Fathers face.
O strange effect! now thou art Southward gone,
I weary grow, the tedious day so long;
But when thou Northward to me shalt return,
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn
Within the Cancer of my glowing breast,
The welcome house of him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, thou there, yet both but one."

Sinceramente, muitisso bom, mas so cheguei a essa conclusao porque analisei. Entao, a quem interessar, vale muito a pena.

I S2 Anne! rsrs

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário