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outubro 15, 2004
Poema dedicado ao Corcunda
When I Have Borne in Memory What Has Tamed
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country -am I to be blamed?
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.
For dearly must we prize thee; we who find
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men;
And I by my affection was beguiled:
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child!
(William Wordsworth)
Publicado por FG Santos às outubro 15, 2004 04:57 PM
Comentários
Agradeço com toda a sinceridade.
E, ainda que longe de Casa, nunca esqueço que essa Fortaleza da causa dos homens e a minha!
Saudaçoes Lusitanas
E o Wordsworth limpou-se bem do seu "francesismo" com esta...
Publicado por: O Corcunda em outubro 16, 2004 08:21 PM