terça-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2014

#UmaPoesiaPorDia - I like My Body When It Is With Your

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

E.E. Cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill


of under me you so quite new

segunda-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2014

#UmaPoesiaPorDia - O Cão Sem Plumas

O Cão Sem Plumas
(João Cabral de Melo Neto)

A cidade é passada pelo rio
como uma rua
é passada por um cachorro;
uma fruta
por uma espada.

O rio ora lembrava
a língua mansa de um cão
ora o ventre triste de um cão,
ora o outro rio
de aquoso pano sujo
dos olhos de um cão.

Aquele rio
era como um cão sem plumas.
Nada sabia da chuva azul,
da fonte cor-de-rosa,
da água do copo de água,
da água de cântaro,
dos peixes de água,
da brisa na água.

Sabia dos caranguejos
de lodo e ferrugem.

Sabia da lama
como de uma mucosa.
Devia saber dos povos.
Sabia seguramente
da mulher febril que habita as ostras.

Aquele rio
jamais se abre aos peixes,
ao brilho,
à inquietação de faca
que há nos peixes.
Jamais se abre em peixes.

domingo, 19 de janeiro de 2014

#UmaPoesiaPorDia: Conversation - Elizabeth Bishop

Conversation

The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. 
And then it stops and undertakes to answer 
in the same tone of voice. 
No one could tell the difference. 
Uninnocent, these conversations start,

 and then engage the senses, 
only half-meaning to.
 And then there is no choice, 
and then there is no sense; 
until a name 
and all its connotation are the same.
 Elizabeth Bishop

By My Side
INXS

In the dark of the night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you

Rooms full of strangers
Some call me friend
But I wish you were so close to me

In the dark of night
Those small hours
I drift away
When I'm with you

In the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side
I wish you were (2x)

Here comes the clown
His face in a wall
No window
No air at all

In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
But I wish you were
So close to me

(2x)
In the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side
I wish you were (2x)

In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
And I wish you were so close to me

Yes I wish you were

By my side