domingo, 16 de maio de 2010


I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.



Dylan Thomas in I have longed to move away.
Painting by Barnett Newman, Achilles, 1952.

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Henrik disse...
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Henrik disse...

«I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.» che bello! Como sempre...^^
a sequência «some life, yet unspent, might explode» veio mesmo a calhar hoje...