Liberdade de Expressão

segunda-feira, setembro 15, 2003

 

Autopsychography III

Poets are people who feign
They feign so thoroughly,
They'll even mime as pain
The pain they suffer really.

Read what a poet has said --
In the pain on the page you discern
Not the two he had, Only one they disown.

So on the circular track,
To keep the mind happy, it
Runs on, round and back --
This clockwork train called the heart

—Jonathan Griffin (tradutor)

JoaoMiranda 11:21 da tarde