Ar Líquido 3

09 fevereiro, 2017

Joan Mitchell

Joan Mitchell, Few Days II (after James Schuyler), 1985

08 fevereiro, 2017

A mais bela Elisabeth Bishop

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

06 fevereiro, 2017

Para Uma Ave de Presa

Convéns-me, pois nem sequer te tomo a sério,
e não ficas cega pela palha que rodopia
ao ser trazida de uma meda pelos ventos.

Sabes pensar e o que pensas dizes
com muito orgulho e fria firmeza
de Sansão, e ninguém ousa deter-te.

O orgulho assenta-te bem, tão empertigada, ave colossal.
Nenhuma capoeira te faz parecer absurda;
as tuas garras atrevidas são fortes, contra a derrota.

Poemas de Marianne Moore e Elisabeth Bishop (trad. Mª de Lourdes Guimarães)