January 2011
195 posts
1 tag
“Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a...”
– Queen-Anne’s-Lace, William Carlos Williams
1 tag
“Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have...”
– Emily, Joanna Newsom
(Para nos mantermos na flora)
1 tag
“Sinto as coisas. Sinto a terra, sinto o ar.
Uma vez cheguei à Madeira no...”
– Lourdes Castro
1 tag
1 tag
“- Falam-se. Incansavelmente.
Falam.
- Descrevem-se sem fim. Um e outro. Um ao...”
– O Navio Night, Marguerite Duras
1 tag
“O pitiful lovers of earth, why are you keeping
Such count of beauty in the ways...”
– For an Old Woman in a Wig, Wallace Stevens
1 tag
“What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak...”
– To the Roaring Wind, Wallace Stevens
1 tag
“I measure myself
Against a tall tree.
I find that I am much taller,
For I...”
– Six Significant Landscapes, Wallace Stevens
1 tag
“Implacable buttresses of sunlight, burning in the great air.”
– For an Old Woman in a Wig, Wallace Stevens
1 tag
“She walked upon the grass,
Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids,
On...”
– Peter Quince at the Clavier, Wallace Stevens
She would grow her hair long. And sit behind him. And wait for a sign.
1 tag
“One must have a mind of winter.”
– The Snow Man, Wallace Stevens
1 tag
“Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts...”
– October, Robert Frost
1 tag
1 tag
I Wrote You, an excerpt by Edmond Jabès →
I wrote you. I write you. I wrote you. I write you. I take refuge in my words, the words my pen weeps. As long as I am writing, my pain is less keen. I join with each syllable to the point of being but a body of consonants, a sound of vowels. Is it magic? I write his name, and it becomes the man I love. All it takes to pass from night to day, and from day to night, is that a pen dipped in ink obey...
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
“A cidade de Atenas não foi capaz de
esquecer um único poema.
Repara:”
– Esquecimento, Gonçalo M. Tavares
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
“Ce tableau est le Saint-Pierre de mon ciel.”
– Maria Helena Vieira da Silva
1 tag
“When Adeline Virginia was born on 25 January 1882, in the main bedroom at Hyde...”
– Virginia Woolf, Hermione Lee
Happy Birthday Mrs Woolf!
1 tag
2 tags
“I’ll winter here, wait for a sign.”
– Autumn, Joanna Newsom
