I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.
But sub-eternal roses' ever simple charm
Which was my solace when I was a child,
Has stayed - my heritage - a set of years behind,
Like Mozart's ever-living music's hum.
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.
But sub-eternal roses' ever simple charm
Which was my solace when I was a child,
Has stayed - my heritage - a set of years behind,
Like Mozart's ever-living music's hum.
Anna Akhmatova
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1 comment:
Muito bonito, este poema. Cheio de música, parece ele próprio a beleza de uma flor, ao mesmo tempo a simplicidade e a complexidade conjugadas no momento que que a observamos.
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