08 novembro 2015

In tenebris

Thomas Hardy

Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum.
[Salmos 101: 5.]

            Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
            Twice no one dies.

            Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
            Can harrow me.

            Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost’s black length:
            Strength long since fled!

            Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends can not turn cold
This season as of old
            For him with none.

            Tempests may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
            Who no heart hath.

            Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past doubtings all,
            Waits in unhope.

Fonte (última estrofe): Carpeaux, O. M. 2011. História da literatura ocidental, vol. 3. Brasília, Senado Federal.

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