terça-feira, 20 de maio de 2008

Poesia nos USA

Desculpem ir em inglês...
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swayingmass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.


7 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Wonderful!!!

Anónimo disse...

Identifique o autor, please

Anónimo disse...

Goodfellow??
Walt Whitman???

Guilherme Salem disse...

Trata-se de Walt Whitman

Anónimo disse...

Bem, obrigaste-me a um exercício de "recherche", mas finalmente fiquei a perceber o poema.
Estamos a ficar intelectuais, não ?

Anónimo disse...

O comentário anterior tem autoria conhecida.È de "moi" ( eu hoje estou francófona, desculpem o petit capricho)

Bj.
C (EN)

Anónimo disse...

Afinal é verdade que os extremos se tocam invariavelmnte....
AMEI.