domingo, julho 06, 2008

Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness


Robert Creeley in “The Rain”



Canela

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Aproveita para o ver ao vivo que ele vai estar por aí e Julho!
Piro

Canela disse...

Oh! Oh! 19 de Julho
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