IPÊ
Te Amo Amor
AmorAmora
Ora penso em ti rotineiramente ao passar
Pela alameda de Ipês rosa
que quase sem querer colorem meu caminho
displicentes
majestosos
beleza tênue e passageira que não faz qualquer questão de
estar ali;
apenas está
não
por mim
penso em ti
meus olhos pensam nos pés de ipê floridos
que o tempo devora
sinto fome...
Long-Legged
Fly
That civilization
may not sink,
Its great
battle lost,
Quiet the
dog, tether the pony
To a
distant post;
Our master
Caesar is in the tent
Where the
maps are spread,
His eyes
fixed upon nothing,
A hand
under his head.
Like a
long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind
moves upon silence.
That the
topless towers be burnt
And men
recall that face,
Move most
gently if move you must
In this
lonely place.
She thinks,
part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody
looks; her feet
Practice a
tinker shuffle
Picked up
on a street.
Like a
long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind
moves upon silence.
That girls
at puberty may find
The first
Adam in their thought,
Shut the
door of the Pope’s chapel,
Keep those
children out.
There on
that scaffolding reclines
Michael
Angelo.
With no
more sound than the mice make
His hand
moves to and fro.
Like a
long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind
moves upon silence.
W. B. Yeats
