ANNABEL LEE 

(by Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so,all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Só

Edgar Allan Poe

tradução por Aline Zouvi

Desde a infância não fui

Como os outros foram; não vi

Como os outros viram; não pude

apaixonar-me numa primavera comum.

Da mesma fonte não sorvi

Minha tristeza; não pude despertar

Meu coração à alegria no mesmo dó;

E o que amei, amei só.

Então- na minha infância, no madrugar

Da mais turva vida – fez-se retirar

De todo o bom e mal profundos

O mistério que ainda me põe sem mundo;

Da torrente, ou da fonte,

Do cume escarlate do monte,

Do sol que me entornou, rodado,

Em seu outonal tom dourado

Do raio no céu

A atravessar-me em seu véu

Do trovão e o temporal

E a nuvem corporal

(A contradizer o céu azul)

Fez-se demônio em meu vitral.

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

 - Edgar Allan Poe

O Meu Destino

Vivo de inquietações…

De sombrios desejos…

As minhas ambições,

andam traduzidas

nos rúbidos lampejos,

dos meus olhos em fogo!

Não cedem à agonia do meu rogo…

Andam fugindo ao meu destino.

Nem sentem os meus nervos estalar!

E os meus braços desgarrados

procuram em desatino –

sem nada encontrar!

Rasgo nas mãos doloridas,

escorrendo de luar,

as sombras espavoridas

que me ensombram o olhar!

Anda a loucura a desgrenhar-me –

o corpo e o pensamento…

As minhas horas, vão escurecendo

no destrambelho dos meus cuidados…

E eu vou andando

vagarosamente

os olhos roxos de sombra,

amargurados

demandando

tristemente,

o caminho,

do negro labirinto,

onde se perdem

os alucinados!

Julho – Sol-Posto

1922

Judith Teixeira

"If you have ghosts

You have everything"

"Sabe, a vida pode até ser boa se você não sonhar tão alto. No momento que você se permite ter belos sonhos pode correr o risco deles desmoronarem... E acredite em mim: tem muitas músicas antigas que fazem chorar!"

Woody Allen

"Só há um tipo de amor que dura, o não correspondido."

Woody Allen