Um soneto de inverno [Christina Rossetti]

A Wintry Sonnet [Christina Rossetti] A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain. The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow, I neither care to wax nor care to…

Uma aranha paciente e silenciosa [Walt Whitman]

A Noiseless Patient Spide [Walt Whitman] A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in…

Sindbad, o Marujo

Sindbad, o Marujo [Edelweiss Barcellos Mello] Onde, marinheiro? Onde, trovador? Onde, viageiro? de Nosso Senhor? Vou ser o marujo Sindbad-marinheiro. Vou ver outras terras, correr mundo inteiro. Quedê o dinheiro pra ser viajor? Quedê a moeda pra tanto esplendor? Dinheiro de sol, moeda de lua, brilhando perdidos num canto de rua, me levem por mares,…