Já tardava, tenho que admitir, o regresso ao grande Gerard Manley Hopkins. Não por que não o desejasse ter trazido de novo a este blog mais cedo, mas por que o que é demais, embora não matando neste caso, pode tornar-se cansativo e saturar. E desejo, em especial com este autor, tudo menos isso. Mas parece-me que já a ele posso retornar com este belíssimo The Candle Indoors. Bom proveito.
The Candle Indoors
Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by.
I muse at how its being puts blissful back
With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye.
By that window what task what fingers ply,
I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack
Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack
There God to aggrándise, God to glorify. -
Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire
Mend first and vital candle in close heart’s vault:
You there are master, do your own desire;
What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault
In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar
And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?
Mend first and vital candle in close heart’s vault:
You there are master, do your own desire;
What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault
In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar
And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?
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