quarta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2015

Chega o Outono

Henri Le Sidaner, An Autumn Evening (1895)
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. 
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. :))

Margarida Elias disse...

Obrigada, Ana! Muitos beijinhos!