Saturday, May 15, 2010

Mais Narcisos



Talvez os últimos Narcisos deste ano, mas nunca se sabe. Pode sempre aparecer um que se atrasa ou se engana na Estação. No final um poema do poeta inglês William Wordsworth sobre Narcisos.

Maybe the last Daffodils of the season but you never know. There's always the chance of a late bloomer. In the end of this post, a poem from the english poet William Wordsworth.



"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

1 comment:

Miguel Jorge said...

adoro esse poema...