quarta-feira, março 28, 2007

No Road

"Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time's eroding agents loose,
Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect
Has not had much effect.

Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands, so little overgrown,
Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,
And still would be allowed. A little longer,
And time will be the stronger,

Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others, is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will's fulfilment.
Willing it, my ailment."
Philip Larkin
(in Collected Poems)

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

larkin é um poeta cerebral. e gelado - mesmo quando fala de paixões (e do corpo efervescente).
inesperado este encontro.
retribuo a tua habitual gentileza, com a palavra que nunca se gasta: 'obrigado'.
um abraço.

Nuno Guronsan disse...

Gelado e frio são as palavras correctas que emanam das páginas deste livro. Mas não consegui resistir...