Como uma flor vermelha

À sua passagem a noite é vermelha,
E a vida que temos parece
Exausta, inútil, alheia.

Ninguém sabe onde vai nem donde vem,
Mas o eco dos seus passos
Enche o ar de caminhos e de espaços
E acorda as ruas mortas.

Então o mistério das coisas estremece
E o desconhecido cresce
Como uma flor vermelha.



Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

i have found what you are like
by: e.e. cummings

i have found what you are like
the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of gren thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows

lurch and.press
--in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss

Epitaph

Epitaph

An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.

William Carlos Williams