NOITE REFRESCANTE

NA CAPELA PERDIDA ENTRE A FOLHAGEM*

* Verso de Antero de Quental

SÃO MARTINHO

O AMOR BATE NA PORTA

A porta por onde entraste

Parece a mesma por onde saíste

Nela adentraste em beleza

Para fora tudo resiste.

Quando entraste pela porta

Teu amor a ela bateu

Triste saíste, como morta

Teu amor nela bateu.

WINTERING

This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.

I have whirled the midwife`s extractor,

I have my honey,

Six jars of it,

Six cat`s eyes in the wine cellar,

 

Wintering in a dark without window

At the heart of the house

Next to the last tenants rancid jam

and the bottles of empty glitters ....

Sir So-and-So`s gin.

 

This is the room I have never been in

This is the room I could never breathe in.

The black bunched in there likle a bat,

No light

But the torch and its faint

 

Chinese yellow on appalling objects ....

Black asininity.

Decay.

Possession.

It is they who own me.

Neither cruel nor indifferent,

 

Only ignorant.

This is the time of hanging on for the bees...the bees

so slow

I hardly know them,

Filing like soldiers

To the syrup tin

To make up the honey

I`ve taken.

Tate and Lyle keeps them going,

The refined snow.

It is Tate and Lyle they live on, instead of flowers.

They take it.

The cold sets in.

 

Now they ball in a mass,

Black

Mind against all that white.

The smile of the snow is white.

It spreads itself out, a mile long body of Meissen,

Into which, on warm days,

They can only carry their dead.

The bees are all women,

Maids and the long royal lady.

They have got rid of the men,

The blunt, clumpsy stumblers, the boors.

Winter is for women ....

The woman, still at her knitting,

At the cradle of Spanish walnut,

Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.

Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas

Succeed in banking their fires

To enter another year ?

What will they taste of, the Christmas roses ?

The bees are flying.

They taste the spring.

SYLVIA PLATH (1932-1-1963

NOTÍCIAS DO MEU TELHEIRO, ONTEM

QUE PÁSSAROS SÃO ESTES QUE FAZEM SOMBRA NO MAR?

LOVEWALLS

 

Vista geral e em pormenor de um viaduto em Paço de Arcos

A TI...

... que, finalmente, te libertaste da gaiola.

ALTER EGO?