Para quem ainda não conhece William Blake, aqui vão duas obras dele. Não vejo muitas traduções suas para o português, e nem me arrisco por enquanto, pois neste original flui bastante poesia.
William Blake nasceu em 1757, em Londres, e morreu em 1827, também na capital inglesa. Além de poeta, era pintor e tipógrafo.
Deixo-vos com "Uma árvore de veneno" e "Pietà".
Deixo-vos com "Uma árvore de veneno" e "Pietà".
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
Pietà, de 1795, representante do Neo-classicismo
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