haiku

Spring came in blue

The tower stands lonely

Seeks warmth in the sun.

«Cântico das Criaturas», de S. Francisco de Assis

Altíssimo, Onipotente, Bom Senhor
Teus são o Louvor, a Glória,
a Honra e toda a Bênção.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
com todas as Tuas criaturas,
especialmente o senhor irmão Sol,
que clareia o dia e que,
com a sua luz, nos ilumina.
Ele é belo e radiante,
com grande esplendor;
de Ti, Altíssimo, é a imagem.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pela irmã Lua e pelas estrelas,
que no céu formaste, claras.
preciosas e belas.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor.
pelo irmão vento,
pelo ar e pelas nuvens,
pelo sereno
e por todo o tempo
em que dás sustento
às Tuas criaturas.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pela irmã água, útil e humilde,
preciosa e casta.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pelo irmão fogo,
com o qual iluminas a noite.
Ele é belo e alegre,
vigoroso e forte.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pela nossa irmã, a mãe terra,
que nos sustenta e governa,
produz frutos diversos,
flores e ervas.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pelos que perdoam pelo Teu amor
e suportam as enfermidades
e tribulações.

Louvado sejas, meu Senhor,
pela nossa irmã, a morte corporal,
da qual homem algum pode escapar.

Louvai todos e bendizei o meu Senhor!
Dai-Lhe graças e servi-O
com grande humildade!

Diet did it (Grin Moore)

I once was fat and flabby,

I couldn’t even run.

Now I’m lean and happy;

can’t count the races I have won.

It was a major change in food

with oats as my main course.

The reason that I run so good –

I eat just like a horse.

Lama (Ogden Nash)

The one-l lama,
He's a priest;
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.

Fire and Ice (Robert Frost)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 

Consanguíneos (Adélia Prado)

Não há culpados para a dor que eu sinto.
É Ele, Deus, quem me dói pedindo amor
como se fora eu Sua mãe e O rejeitasse.
Se me ajudar um remédio a respirar melhor,
obteremos clemência, Ele e eu.
Jungidos como estamos em formidável parelha,
enquanto Ele não dorme eu não descanso.

The Bells (Edgar Allan Poe)

 Listen to this poem:  http://www.reelyredd.com/0107thebells2.htm

I

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. 

 

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

 

III

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! 

 

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.