quarta-feira, abril 05, 2006

APRIL - The Burial of the Dead

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
T.S. Elliot in "The Waste Land"

6 comentários:

Alma disse...

Bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite:)

João Villalobos disse...

Até pode ser. Mas depois vem Maio que é um mês maravilhoso :)

L. Rodrigues disse...

A diferença que faz ser mediterrãnico, ou coisa parecida... O nosso inverno não é tão interessante que faça abril parecer tão trágico... talvez fevereiro...

maria disse...

Tens razão, L. Mas nem por isso T.S.Elliot deixa de ser um dos meus autores preferidos.

maria disse...

Quanto a Maio, João, não posso estar mais de acordo contigo. E está quase a chegar...

maria disse...

Boa tarde, Elsa,

se não me engano, és a nova morgadinha ;)

Até breve.