Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #14

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #13

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Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #12

Eu

Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida,

Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte,

Sou a irmã do Sonho, e desta sorte

Sou a crucificada... a dolorida...

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #11

"O sono" de Salvador Dali (1937)

Entre o sono e sonho

Entre o sono e sonho, 

Entre mim e o que em mim

É o quem eu me suponho

Corre um rio sem fim.

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #10

Boa noite*

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #9

Boa noite*

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #8

Teus olhos entristecem

Nem ouves o que digo.

Dormem, sonham esquecem...

Não me ouves, e prossigo. 

Digo o que já, de triste, 

Te disse tanta vez...

Creio que nunca o ouviste

De tão tua que és.

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #7

Égalité-Fraternité (in english)

Tap, tap, tap, - Death rhythmically

Taps a tomb with his heel

Death at midnight plays a gigue

Tap, tap, tap, on his violin

The Winter wind blows, the night is dark

The lime-trees groan aloud;

White skeletons flit across the gloom

Running ans leaping beneath their huge shrouds

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #6

All the world's a stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #5

 

The Queen

When you go through the streets no one recognizes you. 

No one sees your crystal crown,
no one looks at the carpet of red gold that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body,
bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

- Pablo Neruda (1952) -

Before

Before mountains found their place

and raindrops knew their way.

Before questions had an answer

and children ran to play.

Before oceans knew their name

and sunshine filled each dawn.

Before the world began to spin,

Magic was born.

- Andrew Collet -

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma... #4

Roses and Rue

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too long

Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma #3

A Code Poem For the French Resistance

The life that I have is all that I have

And the life that I have is yours.

The love that I have of the life that I have

Is yours and yours and yours.

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma #2

O NOIVADO DO SEPULCRO 

BALADA

Vai alta a lua! na mansão da morte
Já meia-noite com vagar soou;
Que paz tranquila; dos vaivéns da sorte
Só tem descanso quem ali baixou.

Que paz tranquila!... mas eis longe, ao longe
Funérea campa com fragor rangeu;
Branco fantasma semelhante a um monge,
D'entre os sepulcros a cabeça ergueu.

Porque a poesia enriquece a alma...

... e a voz deste actor britânico é algo que aprecio bastante!