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terça-feira, 23 de junho de 2009

Vertue, George Herbert (século XVII) !

Num relance pela estante encontrei um livro velhinho, resolvi pegar-lhe abri ao acaso e apareceu este poema:

Vertue

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall so night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the wohle world turna to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

George Herbert in, The Metaphysical Poets, Middlesex: Penguin Book, 1970, p. 127-128 (Selected e Edited by Elen Gardner)

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