domingo, agosto 21

My heart born naked



My heart born naked


was swaddled in lullabies.

Later alone it wore

poems for clothes.

Like a shirt

...I carried on my back

the poetry I had read.



So I lived for half a century

until wordlessly we met.



From my shirt on the back of the chair

I learn tonight

how many years

of learning by heart



I waited for you.


John Berger

2 Comments:

josé luís said...

roubo as palavras de mr. waits após ler "the laughing heart" de mr. bukowski:
«that's a beauty...»

[ http://youtu.be/va1t6a0zCkQ ]

Marta said...

...gosto muito, José Luís. já conhecia e é sempre muito muito bom ouvir o meu Tom ;) ler Bukowski!