domingo, 5 de setembro de 2010

Quando ouvi pelo fim do dia




WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been
receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a
happy night for me that follow’d;
And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d,
still I was not happy;
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,
refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear
in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his
way coming, O then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter – and all that day my food
nourish’d me more – and the beautiful day pass’d well,
And the next came with equal joy – and with the next, at evening,
came my friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to
me, whispering, to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover
in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined
toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I
was happy.

Walt Whitman

3 comentários:

  1. Lu, quando vc aparece aqui no blog é para ARRASAR!!Lindissimo!

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  2. "when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his
    way coming, O then I was happy;
    O then each breath tasted sweeter"

    Faço das palavras das meninas as minhas: ARRASOU!

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