Green
The sky was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.
She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.
D.H. Lawrence
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Imagens em palavras, que as palavras em imagens serão para amanhã
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
E viva os imagistas e a vida outra que em nós semeiam.
"A Girl"
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
[Ezra Pound]
(Mas ainda é o TS Eliot um dos que me faz mais formigueiro)
idem idem idem! até fiquei sem aspas... :))
Eu sei onde as podes arranjar. São feitas à medida, sabes, por isso partilhar nunca é bem bem o mesmo. Mas olha... inspira... e sente um bocadinho: "". E shhh... ;o)
There are mysteries, secret zones in each individual... dizia o Kieslowski do Branco , Azul e Vermelho. Aqui segredam-se aspas...
this is pure Genius, with a huge G!
beijos
jorge
Post a Comment