Voices
Voices, loved and idealized,
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life's first poetry -
like music at night, distant, fading away.
C. P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, Princeton, New Jersey, 1992
Voices, loved and idealized,
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life's first poetry -
like music at night, distant, fading away.
C. P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, Princeton, New Jersey, 1992
Bela forma de dizer que teve uma enorme perda, Gi.
ResponderEliminarConto que ultrapasse a dor e esteja de regresso em breve...
Grande abraço
Mário
Obrigada, Mário. Por enquanto não me tem apetecido escrever nada, mas isto há-de melhorar.
ResponderEliminarMorremos sempre um pouquinho a cada dia que passa!
ResponderEliminarJá não passava aqui a algum tempo e penalizo-me por só agora perceber porque não me estava a aparecer regularmente o Garden of Philodemus na minha lista de leitura.
ResponderEliminarSorry.