quarta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2015

Chega o Outono

Henri Le Sidaner, An Autumn Evening (1895)
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Song of The Flower 

I am a kind word uttered and repeated 
By the voice of Nature; 
I am a star fallen from the 
Blue tent upon the green carpet. 
I am the daughter of the elements 
With whom Winter conceived; 
To whom Spring gave birth; I was 
Reared in the lap of Summer and I 
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze 
To announce the coming of light; 
At eventide I join the birds 
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with 
My beautiful colors, and the air 
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I 
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is 
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance 
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath; 
I am the memory of a moment of happiness; 
I am the last gift of the living to the dead; 
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light, 
And never look down to see my shadow. 
This is wisdom which man must learn. 
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Alfred Stevens, Autumn Flowers (1867, Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium)

2 comentários:

ana disse...

Não conhecia esta canção das flores e é bonita.
A tela também é.
Bom Outono. :))
Beijinho.

Margarida Elias disse...

Obrigada, Ana! Muitos beijinhos!