miércoles, 6 de agosto de 2008

Soy vertical

I Am Vertical


But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Sylvia Plath

5 never more:

Nébula dijo...

ADORO este poema

"Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me."



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p.d: Has leido "La Campana de Cristal"? A mí me gustó bastante. He buscado más cosas de ella en tiendas o bibliotecas sin éxito :(

Diskette dijo...

Sim, você pode. Eu sou avesso à idéia de guestbooks. E o seu fotolog está sempre lotado.

Hm.. eu gosto muito de Literatura e Artes. Só não comento nada por meu inglês e espanhol artísticos serem "desajuizados".

:*

S. dijo...

La verdad es que jamás me ha gustado realmente Plath. Hay algo en ella que no me alcanza. Y probablemente sea más mi culpa que suya, pero la vida no ha sido demasiado justa.

Para ser vertical, me mantendría siéndolo junto a Juarroz. Pero si tuviese que decidir realmente, sería una espiral. Oh.

La pequeña Delirio dijo...

Hermosa Nínfula tardía, me ha gustado su confesión fotologera de hoy... me has hecho recordar cosas feas, pérfida! ;)

Elaine Crespo dijo...

Annabe!!
Pode roubar a Garota Leitora! Eu ja roubeide Van Gogh!(risos)!

To um pouco desestimulada para fotolog hoje!
Talvez nem post!

Vou sair e não sei a hora que volto!

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