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quarta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2009

Frase do dia, digo, da noite


"Thus in silence in dreams’ projections,

Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals,

The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,

I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,

Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad"
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Walt Whitman, 1865
(gravado na pedra, no portal de entrada norte do metrô, em Dupont Circle, Wash DC)
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Leaves of Grass (Song of myself)


[I]
I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to
.......you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of
........summer grass.
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[II]
...
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the
.......origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of earth and sun . . . . there
.......millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third
.......hand . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . .
.......nor feel on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things
.......from me
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
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Walt Whitman
Song of myself, in Leaves of Grass,
introduction by Harold Bloom, Penguin Classics, 2005)