A um gato desconhecido

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"... With Cats, some say, one rule is true:

Don’t speak till you are spoken to.

Myself, I do not hold with that –

I say, you should ad-dress a Cat.

But always keep in mind that he

Resents familiarity.

I bow, and taking off my hat,

Ad-dress him in this form: O CAT!

But if he is the Cat next door,

Whom I have often met before

(He comes to see me in my flat)

I greet him with an OOPSA CAT!

I’ve heard them call him James Buz-James —

But we’ve not got so far as names.

Before a Cat will condescend

To treat you as a trusted friend,

Some little token of esteem

Is needed, like a dish of cream;

And you might now and then supply

Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,

Some potted grouse, or salmon paste —

He’s sure to have his personal taste.

(I know a Cat, who makes a habit

Of eating nothing else but rabbit,

And when he’s finished, licks his paws

So’s not to waste the onion sauce.)

A Cat’s entitled to expect

These evidences of respect.

And so in time you reach your aim,

And finally call him by his NAME. ..."

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Excerto de T.S. Eliot, “The Ad-dressing of Cats,” (cf. Brainpickings e este blogue)

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Amoras e Silvas

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As amoras

O meu país sabe às amoras bravas

no verão.

Ninguém ignora que não é grande,

nem inteligente, nem elegante o meu país,

mas tem esta voz doce

de quem acorda cedo para cantar nas silvas.

Raramente falei do meu país, talvez

nem goste dele, mas quando um amigo

me traz amoras bravas

os seus muros parecem-me brancos,

reparo que também no meu país o céu é azul.

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Eugénio de Andrade.

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