Poesia

  • Emily Dickinson, 11/100

    The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially – The Brooks laugh louder when I come – The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore,… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 10/100

    Beauty – be not caused – it is – Chase it, and it ceases – Chase it not , and it abides – Overtakes the Creases In the meadow – when the Wind Runs his fingers thro´it – Deity will… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 9/100

    Remorse – is Memory – awake – Her parties all astir – A Presence of Departed Acts – At window – and at Door – Its Past – set down before the Soul And lighted with a Match – Perusal… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 8/100

    Oi, 2009! Estou de volta ao meu país e ao blog . Depois de quase um mês na América, voltei à rotina no último dia 19,  mas só agora me animei a retomar o blog. Como primeiro post do ano,… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, Poema 7/100*

    SUCCESS. [Published in “A Masque of Poets” at the request of “H.H.,” the author’s fellow-townswoman and friend.] Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 6/100*

    c.1865* As folhas trocam, qual mulheres, Exclusivas confidências – Entre meneios de cabeça e pressagas inferências. De parte a parte fica tácito Que o segredo é uma exigência – Inviolável pacto para Notória evidência. (Poema no original*) The Leaves like… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 5/100*

    “Remembrance has a Rear and Front – `Tis something like a House – It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar That ever Mason laid – Look to it by its Fathoms Ourselves be… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 4/100*

    “Wheter my bark went down at sea – Wheter she met with gales – Wheter to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails – By what mystic mooring She is held today – This is the errand of the eye… Continue reading

  • Paul Valéry

    “La faiblesse de la force est de ne croire qu`à la force.“ Paul Valéry I Paul Valéry II Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 3º. de uma centena

    “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must… Continue reading