terça-feira, junho 26, 2007


Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify
or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.

Philip Larkin, The Whitsun Weddings (1964).

segunda-feira, junho 25, 2007

domingo, junho 17, 2007

Quero um erro de gramática que refaça
na metade luminosa o poema do mundo,
e que Deus mantenha oculto na metade nocturna
o erro do erro:
alta voltagem do ouro,
bafo no rosto.

Herberto Helder