tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85079562024-03-07T15:20:41.478-08:00A poem a day (keeps the doctor away)Porcarias de minha lavra e pérolas da lavra alheia. Quando tem tradução, é minha a não ser quando indicado. thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-43326367859435265912020-01-17T10:08:00.000-08:002020-01-17T10:08:02.384-08:00Primavera<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.2px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 15px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
Des nuages s’étirent, s’étirent irréels,<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Entre les branches noires enlacés.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Tout l’hiver devant ma fenêtre, qui s’en va<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Et la danse de lumière sur les crêtes lointaines.</div>
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Cet oiseau jamais aperçu !<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Et le printemps et mon amour.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Mes yeux qui s’éclairent, mes lèvres qui éclosent,<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Mon corps …</div>
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Il fait très doux et très clair.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Le monde est calme autour, en tendresse.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Oh ! un moment, rien qu’un moment de calme pour<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />toute souffrance.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Car Dossie pleure les cris matinaux de ses enfants.</div>
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Du monde je ne vois qu’un rectangle bleu<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Strié de noir luisant.<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Les branches tendent leurs bourgeons au soleil,<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Lèvres ouvertes, lèvres offertes.</div>
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Je n’entends que le chant de l’ami inconnu,<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Le pas monotone d’un pion<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Et mon amour qui pousse dans le silence<br style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;" />Du printemps.<br /></div>
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-71533487158058155012018-10-11T20:46:00.004-07:002018-10-11T20:46:45.784-07:00Le partisan<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>When they poured across the border</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I was cautioned to surrender</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>This I could not do</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I took my gun and vanished.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I have changed my name so often</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I've lost my wife and children</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>But I have many friends</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And some of them are with me</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>An old woman gave us shelter</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Kept us hidden in the garret</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Then the soldiers came</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>She died without a whisper</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>There were three of us this morning</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I'm the only one this evening</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>But I must go on</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>The frontiers are my prison</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Through the graves the wind is blowing</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Freedom soon will come</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Then we'll come from the shadows</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Les Allemands étaient chez moi</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ils me dirent, "résigne toi"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Mais je n'ai pas peur</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>J'ai repris mon âme</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>J'ai changé cent fois de nom</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>J'ai perdu femme et enfants</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Mais j'ai tant d'amis</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>J'ai la France entière</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Un vieil homme dans un grenier</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Pour la nuit nous a caché</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Les Allemands l'ont pris</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Il est mort sans surprise</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Through the graves the wind is blowing</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Freedom soon will come</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Then we'll come from the shadows</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Leonard Cohen</span>thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-43870586262903341802018-10-11T13:17:00.002-07:002018-10-11T13:17:43.714-07:00Cheongomabi / 천고마비<i><br /></i>
<i>Proof of goodness in the world: an October afternoon, jujubes ripening,</i><br />
<i>the faint edge of chaste green on their ruddy cheeks. Such a color.</i><br />
<i>Not crimson, not scarlet, certainly not vermilion. Perhaps red ochre,</i><br />
<i>derived from hematite, a dusty, bloody red, oldest of pigments.</i><br />
<i>See: a hand negative on a cave wall, an ox, paint blown through bone.</i><br />
<i>Once my menstrual blood left the the shape of a crane, one wing extended,</i><br />
<i>the other half folded, on a white towel. Once I thought I would never</i><br />
<i>have a baby. Today, the sky is high, the horses are sleek with autumn fat.</i><br />
<i>I crave cold noodles in broth and fresh chestnuts. My belly has yet to show.</i><br /><br />-Hyejung Kookthuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-15434621525842344302018-02-06T03:48:00.001-08:002018-10-11T13:19:57.577-07:00Leda, no Swan<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Where I'm not given a complaisant smirk</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>my mouth might be a slightly startler "O" - </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>a half a 'no' that needn't count as No. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>You will deduce he didn't have to work</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>so very hard, to part my pretty legs.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>His curving neck, my curving arm, his beak</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>in almost a caress against my cheek - </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">no, this is not a scene, you'll say, that begs </span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>use of the hard word Rape. Where is the rape?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Look how the gentrle victim's dreamy eyes</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>register nothing more than 'vague' surprise;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>those limbs suggest no effort at escape.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Ever been frightened by an animal?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Ever get knocked, sprawling flar on your back</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>in the senseless impact of brute attack?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Ever been winded, and hysterical?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Wings that could break your arm thrashing your chest, </span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>a black bill hissing in your eyes, obscene,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>inhuman, spitting noises that can mean</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>nothing but let-me-get-it-in; you, pressed</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>with the weight of a foreign body on </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>your guts, clammy webbed feet scrabbling to get</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>a purchase; two or three rough jerks; a jet</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>of alien slime</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i> Don't get raped by a swan.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">That's my advice. They said he was divine,</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>when they found me retching myself inside</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>out, afterwards, throwing up as if I'd </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>never stop. They said, treat it as a sign </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>of enviable favour. You're a myth,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>now, they said; try to behave like one. Though</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>what I always wished, if you want to know,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>was that I'd had something to hurt him with. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">- Eleanor Brown</span></span>thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-56179682409116765202017-02-02T09:59:00.001-08:002017-02-02T09:59:30.443-08:00Remember me when I am goneRemember me when I am gone away,<br />
Gone far away into the silent land;<br />
When you can no more hold me by the hand,<br />
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.<br />
Remember me when no more day by day<br />
You tell me of our future that you planned:<br />
Only remember me; you understand<br />
It will be late to counsel then or pray.<br />
Yet if you should forget me for a while<br />
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:<br />
For if the darkness and corruption leave<br />
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,<br />
Better by far you should forget and smile<br />
Than that you should remember and be sad.<br />
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- Christina Rossetti<br />
<br />thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-46843880109604420662017-01-11T12:24:00.004-08:002017-01-11T12:24:54.040-08:00Qu'est ce que les rois mages Qu'est-ce que les Rois Mages<br />
ont-ils pu apporter?<br />
Un petit oiseau dans sa cage,<br />
une énorme Clef<br />
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de leur lointain royaume, -<br />
et le troisième du baume<br />
que sa mère avait préparé<br />
d'une étrange lavande<br />
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de chez eux.<br />
Faut pas médire de si peu,<br />
puisque ça a suffi à l'enfant<br />
pour devenir Dieu.<br />
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O que teriam trazido </div>
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Um passarinho em sua gaiola,</div>
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uma enorme Chave</div>
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de seu longínquo reino - </div>
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preparado por sua mãe</div>
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que lá crescia. </div>
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Não se diga que era pouco,</div>
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já que bastou para o menino</div>
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se tornar Deus.</div>
thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-44163136455588122002016-11-29T05:49:00.001-08:002016-11-29T05:49:12.847-08:00The More Loving One<div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-top: 1.26316em; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Looking up at the stars, I know quite well<br />That, for all they care, I can go to hell,<br />But on earth indifference is the least<br />We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn<br />With a passion for us we could not return?<br />If equal affection cannot be,<br />Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am<br />Of stars that do not give a damn,<br />I cannot, now I see them, say<br />I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,<br />I should learn to look at an empty sky<br />And feel its total dark sublime,<br />Though this might take me a little time.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">-WH Auden</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Olho para as estrelas, e sei bem</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Que por elas, eu poderia me foder. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Mas na terra, a indiferença é sem</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">dúvida, de gente e bicho, pouco a temer.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Como nos sentiríamos se as estrelas por nós ardessem </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Com uma paixão que não pudéssemos retribuir?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Se não pode se igualar a afeição, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">que seja minha a maior paixão. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Admirador como sou (estou imaginando)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">de estrelas que estão cagando, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">agora que as vejo, não posso dizer</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">que, pelo dia, senti a saudade me roer. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Se morressem todas as estrelas, ou sumissem,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">Eu aprenderia a olhar para um céu sem </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">estrelas, e achar sublime o céu de breu,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white;">mas isso demoraria - acho eu. </span></span></div>
thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-49762451566173922602016-11-24T06:05:00.002-08:002016-11-24T06:05:47.012-08:00Approaches: DarknessEquinoxially obtemperate<br />
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the Great Pumpkin arose.<br />
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Duck noises in the night<br />
Ululating Heil Heil Quack<br />
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Scouring the world of reason<br />
- that eternal, grumpy killjoy<br />
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Making it safe for oil, for<br />
moneymaking and merriment<br />
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A white world without white ice -<br />
oddly orange the figure at its prow<br />
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The Cunt-grabber in Chief, now<br />
master of the dome of heaven<br />
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A red button, made of nightmares<br />
hangs ever next to the Pumpkin<br />
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Approaches: darkness. For those<br />
with dark skin, or cunts, or lives.<br />
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And it shall have illimitable dominion<br />
(over what?<br />
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aye, that's the rub) </div>
thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-18516132352782257662016-11-23T09:55:00.003-08:002016-11-23T09:55:21.515-08:00Stalingrado<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Depois de Madri e de Londres, ainda há grandes cidades!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">O mundo não acabou, pois que entre as ruínas </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">outros homens surgem, a face negra de pó e de pólvora, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">e o hálito selvagem da liberdade </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">dilata os seus peitos, Stalingrado,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">seus peitos que estalam e caem, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">enquanto outros, vingadores, se elevam.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">A poesia fugiu dos livros, agora está nos jornais.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Os telegramas de Moscou repetem Homero.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Mas Homero é velho. Os telegramas cantam um mundo novo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">que nós, na escuridão, ignorávamos.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Fomos encontrá-lo em ti, cidade destruída, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">na paz de tuas ruas mortas mas não conformadas,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">no teu arquejo de vida mais forte que o estouro das bombas, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">na tua fria vontade de resistir.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Saber que resistes.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Que enquanto dormimos, comemos e trabalhamos, resistes.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Que quando abrimos o jornal pela manhã teu nome (em ouro oculto) estará firme no alto da página.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Terá custado milhares de homens, tanques e aviões, mas valeu a pena.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Saber que vigias, Stalingrado,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">sobre nossas cabeças, nossas prevenções e nossos confusos pensamentos distantes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">dá um enorme alento à alma desesperada</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">e ao coração que duvida. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Stalingrado, miserável monte de escombros, entretanto resplandecente!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">As belas cidades do mundo contemplam-te em pasmo e silêncio.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Débeis em face do teu pavoroso poder, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">mesquinhas no seu esplendor de mármores salvos e rios não profanados,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">as pobres e prudentes cidades, outrora gloriosas, entregues sem luta, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">aprendem contigo o gesto de fogo.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Também elas podem esperar.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Stalingrado, quantas esperanças!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Que flores, que cristais e músicas o teu nome nos derrama!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Que felicidade brota de tuas casas!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">De umas apenas resta a escada cheia de corpos; </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">de outras o cano de gás, a torneira, uma bacia de criança.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Não há mais livros para ler nem teatros funcionando nem trabalho nas fábricas, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">todos morreram, estropiaram-se, os últimos defendem pedaços negros de parede,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">mas a vida em ti é prodigiosa e pulula como insetos ao sol,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">ó minha louca Stalingrado!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">A tamanha distância procuro, indago, cheiro destroços sangrentos,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">apalpo as formas desmanteladas de teu corpo,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">caminho solitariamente em tuas ruas onde há mãos soltas e relógios partidos,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">sinto-te como uma criatura humana, e que és tu, Stalingrado, senão isto?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Uma criatura que não quer morrer e combate, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">contra o céu, a água, o metal, a criatura combate,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">contra milhões de braços e engenhos mecânicos a criatura combate,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">contra o frio, a fome, a noite, contra a morte a criatura combate, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">e vence.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">As cidades podem vencer, Stalingrado!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Penso na vitória das cidades, que por enquanto é apenas uma fumaça subindo do Volga.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Penso no colar de cidades, que se amarão e se defenderão contra tudo.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Em teu chão calcinado onde apodrecem cadáveres, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">a grande Cidade de amanhã erguerá a sua Ordem.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Carlos Drummond de Andrade</span></span>thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-50740042058410827862016-11-14T17:23:00.000-08:002016-11-14T04:10:20.592-08:00Dark with power<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Li esse poema há muitos anos atrás, num livrinho que depois perdi e que provavelmente é o maior responsável pela minha americanofilia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Ele falava do Vietnã, falava da guerra fria. Mas talvez sirva para capturar os tempos que correm, também. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Dark with power, we remain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">the invaders of our land, leaving</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">deserts where forests were,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">scars where there were hills.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">On the mountains, on the rivers,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">on the cities, on the farmlands</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">we lay weighted hands, our breath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">potent with the death of all things.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Pray to us, farmers and villagers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">of Vietnam. Pray to us, mothers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">and children of helpless countries.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ask for nothing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We are carried in the belly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">of what we have become</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">toward the shambles of our triumph,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">far from the quiet houses.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Fed with dying, we gaze</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">on our might's monuments of fire.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The world dangles from us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">While we gaze.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">-Wendell Berry</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Nosso sombrio poder, e ainda somos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">invasores em nossa própria terra,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">deixando desertos onde houve floresta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">chagas no que já foram morros. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Nas montanhas, nos rios</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">nas cidades e fazendas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">nossa mão pesada cai, nosso sopro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">potente com a morte de todas as coisas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Rezai por nós, fazendeiros, aldeões</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">do Vietnã. Rezai por nós, mães</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">e filhos de países indefesos. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Nada peçam. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Carregados somos no ventre</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">daquilo que nos tornamos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">rumo aos escombros de nosso triunfo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Longe das casas tranquilas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Cheios do morrer, olhamos para</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">os monumentos de fogo de nosso poderio.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">O mundo, ele pende de nós</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new, courier, monospace;">Enquanto olhamos. </span></div>
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-79150700745520025552016-11-13T13:23:00.000-08:002016-11-13T13:23:46.868-08:00Poems for AkhmatovaPoems for Akhmatova (1-4)<br />
1<br />
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Muse of lament, you are the most beautiful of<br />
all muses, a crazy emanation of white night:<br />
and you have sent a black snow storm over all Russia.<br />
We are pierced with the arrows of your cries<br />
<br />
so that we shy like horses at the muffled<br />
many times uttered pledge—Ah!—Anna<br />
Akhmatova—the name is a vast sigh<br />
and it falls into depths without name<br />
<br />
and we wear crowns only through stamping<br />
the same earth as you, with the same sky over us.<br />
Whoever shares the pain of your deathly power will<br />
lie down immortal upon his death bed.<br />
<br />
In my melodious town the domes are burning<br />
and the blind wanderer praises our shining Lord.<br />
I give you my town of many bells,<br />
Akhmatova, and with the gift: my heart.<br />
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2<br />
<br />
I stand head in my hands thinking how<br />
unimportant are the traps we set for one another<br />
I hold my head in my hands as I sing<br />
in this late hour, in the late dawn.<br />
<br />
Ah how violent is this wave which has<br />
lifted me up on to its crest: I sing<br />
of one that is unique among us<br />
as the moon is alone in the sky,<br />
<br />
that has flown into my heart like a raven,<br />
has speared into the clouds<br />
hook-nosed, with deathly anger: even<br />
your favour is dangerous,<br />
<br />
for you have spread out your night<br />
over the pure gold of my Kremlin itself<br />
and have tightened my throat with the pleasure<br />
of singing as if with a strap.<br />
<br />
Yes, I am happy, the dawn never<br />
burnt with more purity, I am<br />
happy to give everything to you<br />
and to go away like a beggar.<br />
<br />
for I was the first to give you—<br />
whose voice deep darkness! has<br />
constricted the movement of my breathing—<br />
the name of the Tsarskoselsky Muse.<br />
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3<br />
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I am a convict. You won't fall behind.<br />
You are my guard. Our fate is therefore one.<br />
And in that emptiness that we both share<br />
the same command to ride away is given.<br />
<br />
And now my demeanour is calm.<br />
And now my eyes are without guile.<br />
Won't you set me free, my guard, and<br />
let me walk now, towards that pine-tree?<br />
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4<br />
<br />
You block out everything, even the sun<br />
at its highest, hold all the stars in your hand!<br />
If only through some wide open door, I<br />
could blow like the wind to where you are,<br />
<br />
and starting to stammer, suddenly blushing,<br />
could lower my eyes before you<br />
and fall quiet, in tears, as<br />
a child sobs to receive forgiveness.<br />
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<br />
-Marina Tsvetaeva<br />
<br />thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-85588109237679017662016-10-03T07:35:00.002-07:002016-10-03T07:35:18.652-07:00Howl<pre style="background-color: #fcf9f9; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-top: 1.26316em; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking
for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking
in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating
across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw
Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing
obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their
money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through
the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo
with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise
Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and
cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in
the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,
illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns,
wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of
teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon
and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,
ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from
Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of
wheels and children brought them down shuddering
mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of
brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out
and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate
Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen
jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to
Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the
stoops off fire escapes off windowsills of Empire State out
of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and
memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of
hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and
nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on
the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of
ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak
furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad
yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and
bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at
their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of
Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary
indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in
supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on
the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz
or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to
converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and
so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind
nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of
poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in
beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark
skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the
narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square
weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos
wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten
Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and
trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in
policecars for committing no crime but their own wild
cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off
the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists,
and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors,
caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and
the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their
semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob
behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked
angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one
eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew
that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does
nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman’s loom.
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a
sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the
bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and
ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt
and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the
sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to
sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under
barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen
night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and
Adonis of Denver--joy to the memory of his innumerable lays
of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt
waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings
& especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, &
hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams,
woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out
of basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of
Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment
offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the
snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open
to a room full of steamheat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of
the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon &
their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at
the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full
of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and
rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame
under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of
theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations
which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas
dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for
Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads
every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave
up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought
they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison
Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of
the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of
the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister
intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs
of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and
walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of
Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free
beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway
window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried
all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot
smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s
German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into
the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of
colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to the
each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or
Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry
seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had
a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to
Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver &
brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find
out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each
other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul
illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible
criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their
hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to
tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the
black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism &
were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and
subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of
the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of
suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol
electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy
pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong
table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and
tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of
the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering
with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the
midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life
a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out
of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 a.m.
and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the
last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental
furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the
closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little
bit of hallucination--
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re
really in the total animal soup of time--
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a
sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the
catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through
images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul
between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and
set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and
stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking
with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform
to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting
down here what might be left to say in time come after
death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn
shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked
mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani
saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their
own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
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<pre style="background-color: #fcf9f9; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-top: 1.26316em; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls
and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable
dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys
sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless!
Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone
soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch
whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of
war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is
running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose
ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose
skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless
Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the
fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the
cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is
electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter
of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless
hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels!
Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and
manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a
consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out
of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in
Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton
treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral
nations! invincible mad houses granite cocks! monstrous
bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements,
trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists
and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the
American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload
of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down
the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal
screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation!
down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the
holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof to
solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the
street!</span></pre>
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-78865209976741701902016-10-01T12:50:00.000-07:002016-10-01T13:07:25.286-07:00PanoramaThat sure's a mighty big train<br />
Rollin' through a mighty big country<br />
And we all warm and cozy,<br />
smarphonéd and beKindled<br />
Sit, or lay, and look<br />
At endless fields, white or grey<br />
- nary a mountain<br />
"Nay, nary a hill," she says<br />
not even a dimple, a tiny bellybutton<br />
this ladyland's ample bosom<br />
is flat as a vestal virgin's, and paler.<br />
<br />
There are houses, small and large<br />
all with large, peaked gables,<br />
all drowned in snow, all brown.<br />
We wonder whence the brown comes,<br />
the woods are all so greyly grey<br />
grey and silver and greenless grey.<br />
Mighty big woods, too. We've been<br />
going through them for days and<br />
days and days and<br />
days.<br />
<br />
Sometimes we wonder if it has an end<br />
At night, under the pale tablet-glare<br />
looking at an endless black square<br />
(a painting a million miles infinite)<br />
we wonder, like kids before a fire.<br />
Of course it ends, our adult mind<br />
chides us like a movie governess.<br />
But the light small and fire-like, so<br />
the acrid samovar-smoke in our nose,<br />
We wonder through infinity.<br />
<br />
A big train, solid, bursting with reality<br />
and yet what magic in names, in<br />
the commonest and stolidlest names.<br />
Through an ice storm we sped, born<br />
by magnets and lightning, out of<br />
dainty Irkut, daughter of Baikal,<br />
and into the Apple Mountains, into<br />
the country of the Black Lake, the<br />
Black Dragon River.<br />
<br />
A solid, fifteeen-mega-watt-loco<br />
train. Four and thirty wagons,<br />
passages online-buyable.<br />
Sixty-eight stewardesses,<br />
souvenirs available.<br />
A big lump of reality<br />
sliding us through myth.<br />
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<br />thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-13350105165091937122016-09-09T07:52:00.003-07:002016-09-09T07:52:32.692-07:00Make believe<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">As if I were alive</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">As if this was life</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">I go through the motions of living</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">As if.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">Sometimes quite well.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">Convincingly.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">When the world's not too grey.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">When the air is not too thick.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 18.48px;">As if. </span></span><br />
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-74879973464618853532016-08-15T11:53:00.004-07:002016-08-15T11:53:46.776-07:00Velho<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Estás morto, estás velho, estás cansado!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Como um suco de lágrimas pungidas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ei-las, as rugas, as indefinidas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Noites do ser vencido e fatigado.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Envolve-te o crepúsculo gelado</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Que vai soturno amortalhando as vidas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ante o repouso em músicas gemidas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">No fundo coração dilacerado.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">A cabeça pendida de fadiga,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sentes a morte taciturna e amiga,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Que os teus nervosos círculos governa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Estás velho estás morto! Ó dor, delírio,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Alma despedaçada de martírio</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ó desespero da desgraça eterna.</span></div>
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<i>- João da Cruz e Sousa</i></div>
thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-34537859577747126682016-08-09T05:52:00.001-07:002016-08-09T05:52:42.242-07:00The trouble with feathersHope is the thing with feathers<br />
Harsh-tongued and gaudy as a peacock<br />
Hope is the thing with feathers<br />
tHat itch inside one's heart<br />
<br />
Hope is the thing with feathers<br />
That gyres and gambols overhead<br />
Her wings agains a black weather's<br />
Oily rain and bulldozer's thread.<br />
<br />
Oft she smiles, and oft she screams<br />
I know she'll never rest<br />
She'll jump at any sunbeams<br />
She'll push your very best.<br />
<br />
Hope is the thing with feathers<br />
And I, for one, have none.<br />
<br />thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-73476141014079119102016-07-22T15:31:00.004-07:002016-07-22T15:31:41.829-07:00After dark vapors have oppress’d our plains <span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">After dark vapors have oppress’d our plains </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">For a long dreary season, comes a day </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Born of the gentle South, and clears away </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">The anxious month, relieved of its pains, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">The eyelids with the passing coolness play </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains. </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Budding—fruit ripening in stillness—Autumn suns </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves— </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Sweet Sappho’s cheek—a smiling infant’s breath—</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs— </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">A woodland rivulet—a Poet’s death.</span></span><br />
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<em style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-family: NotoNashkArabic, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"><br /></em>
<em style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-family: NotoNashkArabic, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"><br /></em>
<em style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #222222; font-family: NotoNashkArabic, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">- John Keats</em>thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-23420342463191156712016-06-24T17:28:00.002-07:002016-06-24T17:28:29.242-07:00At the War Office, London
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<strong>I</strong><br /><br />Last year I called this world of gain-givings <br />The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly <br />If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly, <br />So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs <br /> The tragedy of things. <br /><br />II <br /><br />Yet at that censured time no heart was rent <br />Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter <br />By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter; <br />Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent <br /> From Ind to Occident.<br />
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- Thomas Hardy thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-50643134912811323562016-05-12T17:01:00.000-07:002016-05-12T17:01:11.594-07:00Satã imperioso<div data-contents="true">
<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="apoip-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="apoip-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="apoip-0-0"><span data-text="true">Gótico e picante, com sua noiva elegante</span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="6v4l4-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6v4l4-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="6v4l4-0-0"><span data-text="true">Temer já conquista o coração do colunista</span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="eu9v5-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="eu9v5-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="eu9v5-0-0"><span data-text="true">-Ele é um animal, feio forte e formal, </span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="cgfk5-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="cgfk5-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="cgfk5-0-0"><span data-text="true">Fala logo o noblá, recatado para lá.</span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="f99qk-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="f99qk-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="f99qk-0-0"><span data-text="true">-Mesoclisa a oração, tá pregando a união</span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="bci8q-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="bci8q-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="bci8q-0-0"><span data-text="true">ele é capitalista, cola aqui na minha pista</span></span></div>
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<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="h9ei" data-offset-key="1i42f-0-0">
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1i42f-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="1i42f-0-0"><span data-text="true">e a Marcela só sorri, uma bela duma conquista.</span></span></div>
<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1i42f-0-0">
<span data-offset-key="1i42f-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></div>
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-74280641343780949472016-02-14T10:05:00.000-08:002016-02-14T10:05:08.870-08:00Preghiere per i morti del mare<div class="poem" style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px; margin: 0px 2em; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Mare di Dio, che sceveri le sorti</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">dei combattenti nella sacra guerra,<br />io ti prego: non rendere i tuoi morti,<br />Mare, alla terra;<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga5" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">5</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">non rendere i cadaveri che il sale<br />macera, né l’ossame che tra flutto<br />e flutto imbianca, al lido, o Sepolcrale,<br />e al nostro lutto;<br /><br />ma sì, nel gorgo acerbo come il pianto</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga10" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">10</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">fùnebre, tieni le profonde some<br />perché noi più t’amiamo e a noi più santo<br />duri il tuo nome;<br /><br />ma sì tieni le spoglie nell’intorto<br />abisso pari al nostro amor rapace,</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga15" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">15</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">perché non sia rifugio in te né porto<br />in te né pace<br /><br />in te né tregua né salute a noi<br />alcuna se la servitù non cessi<br />e in te Roma non chiami i glauchi eroi</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga20" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">20</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">al Resurressi.<br /><br />Miseri eroi, non caddero sul ponte<br />della nave, gioiosi di battaglia,<br />in un sangue perenne come fonte<br />che non s’accaglia;<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga25" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">25</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">non udirono, sotto la bufera<br />del fuoco, nel rossore che non stagna,<br />stridere contro l’asta la bandiera<br />quasi grifagna,<br /><br />non lassù, dalla ferrea rembata</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga30" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">30</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">che folgora, la scorsero con gli arsi<br />cigli come Vittoria catenata<br />lassù squassarsi;<br /><br />né s’accosciaron presso i tubi, quando<br />nel capo chiuso dentro la sonora</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga35" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">35</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">cuffia d’un tratto rombano comando<br />e morte, a prora;<br /><br />né, travaglio dell’orrido beccaio<br />che pesta e insacca, furon carne trita<br />da rempiere la gola del mortaio</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga40" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">40</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ammutolita;<br /><br />né, dato in brocca il fulmine coperto<br />contro il nemico enorme, solitaria<br />vider l’elice folle in cima all’erto<br />scafo nell’aria<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga45" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">45</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">e irsuta l’onda, delle mille braccia<br />invan tese da un sol terrore urlante,<br />prima d’inabissarsi senza traccia<br />presso il gigante.<br /><br />Ma l’insidia li colse, ma l’agguato</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga50" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">50</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">li pigliò, nell’immensa albàsia eguale:<br />ruppe il fianco, la piaga nel costato<br />aprì, mortale;<br /><br />di sùbito colcò pel sonno eterno<br />la bella nave, dandole carena</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga55" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">55</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">come a racconcio, sotto il lungo scherno<br />della sirena;<br /><br />e l’acciaio temprato a gran martello<br />fu cosa ignuda come vil tritume,<br />sopra l’acque di Dio men che fuscello,</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga60" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">60</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">men che le spume.<br /><br />Or repente un miracolo divino<br />percote l’acque. Il sol rompe la nube?<br />fa d’ogni flutto un branco leonino<br />di rosse giube?<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga65" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">65</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Chi squarcia la foschìa dell’imminente<br />morte? Si leva un giorno di beata<br />porpora? Esulta tutto l’oriente,<br />e un’ora è nata?<br /><br />Né fulvo branco di leoni balza,</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga70" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">70</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">né s’inarca fulgore di sovrana<br />porpora. Sola su la morte s’alza<br />l’anima umana.<br /><br />Sola alla morte l’anima sovrasta<br />congiunta ancóra al carcere dell’ossa</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga75" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">75</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">come fuoco si radica in catasta<br />a prender possa.<br /><br />Uomini vivi, saldi sul tallone,<br />non in coperta ma lungh’esso il bordo<br />dileguante con l’ultimo cannone</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga80" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">80</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">nel succhio sordo,<br /><br />diritti come se facesser ala<br />ad ammiraglio in nave pavesata,<br />diritti come sotto la gran gala<br />schiera ordinata,<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga85" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">85</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">gittano al cielo un grido così forte<br />che ferisce le cime dell’ardore,<br />e sforzano a sorridere la Morte<br />che mai non muore.<br /><br />O Vittoria, alta vergine severa,</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga90" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">90</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">or quando vinci se non vinci in questa<br />fine? Dove più sfolgori, o guerriera?<br />in quale gesta?<br /><br />E qual madre, qual dolce madre o suora,<br />che tu le renda le profonde salme</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga95" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">95</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">osa pregarti, o Mare dell’aurora,<br />giunte le palme?<br /><br />Chi lungo i lidi tuoi, Mare dei prodi,<br />erra con entro il cor l’esangue vólto,<br />sperando che nel cor l’ombra gli approdi</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga100" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">100</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">dell’insepolto?<br /><br />Mare di Dio, le vittime che celi<br />tu non rendi, né odi le querele<br />dei sùpplici; ma duri ai tuoi fedeli<br />tomba fedele,<br /> </span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga105" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">105</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ma conservi le spoglie nell’intorto<br />abisso pari al nostro amor rapace,<br />perché non sia rifugio in te né porto<br />in te né pace<br /><br />in te né tregua né salute a noi</span><span class="numeroriga" id="riga110" style="color: #666666; float: right;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">110</span></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">alcuna se la servitù non cessi<br />e in te Roma non chiami i glauchi eroi<br />al Resurressi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Um terreno baldio, vizinho ao cemitério</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">e atrás um rio que faiscava azul</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Disseste: "Vá, vá, entrai para um convento</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ou casai-vos com um tolo..."</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Era dessas coisas que príncipes dizem</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">mas são as palavras que guardamos.</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Que escorram por cem séculos em seguida</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">como um régio manto de seus ombros.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">A barren patch to the right of the cemetery,<br />behind it a river flashing blue.<br />You said: “All right then, get thee to a nunnery,<br />or go get married to a fool…”<br />It was the sort of thing that princes always say,<br />but these are the words that one remembers.<br />May they flow a hundred centuries in a row<br />like an ermine mantle from his shoulders.</span></div>
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thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-49193765618928206412016-02-12T12:45:00.000-08:002016-02-12T12:45:00.174-08:00Mr Darcy<div style="background-color: white; color: #505050; line-height: 24px; padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In the end she just wanted the house</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> and a horse not much more what</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> if he didn’t own the house or worse</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> the things is a man still the same</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> minutes it would be foolish to</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">marry a man without an umbrella did</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> just the prints on the curtains in the</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">shopping but I didn’t want a window when</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> fair I already have four stuffed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">pandas from the fair I won fair and square</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><em> South</em> she does the dealing gives him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">the money in the end but she falls in love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">for me to not want to chase it because it owns</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> nothing else when I wave to a man I</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> love what happens when another man with</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> a lot more bags waves back</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Everybody for hisself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">In the air, now both feet down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Since you black, don't stick around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Food is gone, the rent is due,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Curse and cry and then jump two.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">All the people out of work,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Hold for three, then twist and jerk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Cross the line, they count you out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> That's what hopping's all about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Both feet flat, the game is done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They think I lost. I think I won.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">-Maya Angelou</span></div>
thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-71567071752641884142016-02-10T12:38:00.002-08:002016-02-10T12:50:09.020-08:00Início do Popol Vuh<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Esta es la relación de cómo</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">todo estaba en suspenso,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">todo en calma,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;"> en silencio;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">todo inmóvil,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">callado,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;"> y vacía la extensión del cielo</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Are utzijoxik wa‘e</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">k‘a katz‘ininoq,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">k‘a kachamamoq,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;"> katz‘inonik,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">k‘a kasilanik,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;">k‘a kalolinik,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; line-height: 22.4px;"> katolona puch upa ka</span>thuinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840941978767284719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507956.post-88913134198643777272016-02-08T04:30:00.000-08:002016-02-08T04:30:07.499-08:00Ballade des dames du temps jadis<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Dites-moi, où et en quel pays</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Est Flora, la belle romaine,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Alcibiade et Thaïs</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Qui fut sa cousine germaine ?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">La nymphe Écho, qui parle quant on fait du bruit</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Au-dessus d'une rivière ou d'un étang</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Et eut une beauté surhumaine ?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Mais où sont les neiges d'antan ?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Où est la très savante Héloïse</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Pour qui fut émasculé puis se fit moine</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Pierre Abélard à Saint-Denis ?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">C'est pour son amour qu'il souffrit cette mutilation.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">De même, où est la reine</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Qui ordonna que Buridan</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Fût enfermé dans un sac et jeté à la Seine ?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Mais où sont les neiges d'antan ?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">La reine blanche comme un lys</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Qui chantait comme une sirène,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Berthe au Grand Pied, Béatrice, Alix,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Arembour qui gouverna le Maine,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Et Jeanne, la bonne lorraine</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Que les Anglais brûlèrent à Rouen,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Où sont-elles, Vierge souveraine ?</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Mais où sont les neiges d'antan ?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">ENVOI</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Prince, gardez-vous de demander, cette semaine</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Ou cette année, où elles sont,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">De crainte qu'on ne vous rappelle ce refrain :</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.4px;">Mais où sont les neiges d'antan ?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #252525; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="line-height: 22.4px;">- François Villon</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Dictes moy</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> ou, n'en quel </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">pays</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Est </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Flora</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">, la belle Rommaine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Archipiades,</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> ne </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Thaïs,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Qui fut sa </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">cousine germaine</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Écho</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> parlant quand bruyt on maine</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Dessus riviere ou sus estan</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Qui beaulté ot trop plus qu'humaine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Mais ou sont les neiges d'</span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">antan</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Ou est la très sage </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Hellois</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Pour qui chastré fut et puis </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">moyne</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Pierre Esbaillart</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> a Saint </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Denis</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Pour son amour ot ceste </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">essoyne</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Semblablement, ou est la </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">royne</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Qui commanda que </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Buridan</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Fust </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">geté en ung sac en Saine</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">La royne Blanche</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> comme lis</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Qui chantoit a voix de seraine</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Berte au grant pié</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">, </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Bietris</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">, </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Alis</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Haremburgis</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> qui tint le Maine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Et </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">Jehanne la bonne Lorraine</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Qu'Englois brulerent a Rouan,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Ou sont </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">ilz</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">, Vierge souveraine ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">ENVOI</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Princes, n'enquerez de sepmaine</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Ou elles sont, ne de cest an,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;">Qu'a ce reffrain ne vous </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: inherit;">remaine</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: inherit;"> :</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; 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