Blog de literatura e eventos transbrasileiros de Deborah Kietzmann Goldemberg
A folha é verdecomo você é negroe eu sou branca.Suas asaslhe revoam pelo céu.Minhas raízesme agarram às pedras.Sou orquídea de pedra evocê é besouro de chapada.O penhasco é íngreme.
Tragedy:the Goat SongBeyond control, the fall of rainBegins as playAnd ends as pain.Beyond control,The play of pain,Begins as namesAnd ends as rain.Beyond control, The play of PanBegins as ramAnd ends as Man.Beyond control, the fall of rainBegins as playAnd ends as pain.Beyond control, the fall of man,Is given,To rise againIn play and Pan and pain and rainThat he might say,"Ecce Homo!".For for all there is a life that must be livedAnd part is play and part is painBut of all the greatest joyIs to forgiveAnd be again.
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Tragedy:the Goat Song
Beyond control, the fall of rain
Begins as play
And ends as pain.
Beyond control,
The play of pain,
Begins as names
And ends as rain.
Beyond control,
The play of Pan
Begins as ram
And ends as Man.
Beyond control, the fall of rain
Begins as play
And ends as pain.
Beyond control, the fall of man,
Is given,
To rise again
In play and Pan and pain and rain
That he might say,
"Ecce Homo!".
For for all there is a life that must be lived
And part is play and part is pain
But of all the greatest joy
Is to forgive
And be again.
Postar um comentário