11 de fevereiro de 2007


Else Lasker-Schüler (1869-1945)



Parting

But you never came with the evening —
I sat waiting in a shawl of stars...
Whenever there was a knocking at my door,
It was my own heart.
It now hangs on every doorpost,
Even on yours;
Between the ferns the fireroses expireI
n the withering garland.
I dyed the heaven blackberry
With my heartblood.
But you never came with the evening —
... I stood waiting in golden shoes.

Else Lasker-Schüler

versão inglesa de A. Durchschlag e J. Litman-Demeestere

3 comentários:

Henrique Doria disse...

Pura Coincidência está adicionado aos meus favoritos.Beijos, Graça.

Graça disse...

Obrigada pela visita e pela "adição". Beijinho.

[n] disse...

mesmo com outra vida, regresso aqui. um beijo, graça