✵ The Day Is Done, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ✵

✵ Mother Night, James Weldon Johnson ✵

✵ My Lost Youth, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ✵

✵ Loneliness, Fanny Howe ✵

✵ Solitude, Irvin W. Underhill ✵

✵ The End, D. H. Lawrence ✵

✵ Moonlight Monologue For The New Kitten, Péter Kántor ✵

► [...] How light and laughing my mind is,

When all the good folk have put out their bedroom candles,

And the city is still.

• Solitaire, Amy Lowell

► Quando nasci, num mês de tantas flores,

Todas murcharam, tristes, langorosas,

Tristes fanaram redolentes rosas,

Morreram todas, todas sem olores. [...]

• Mágoas, Augusto dos Anjos

► [...] I have found the warm caves in the woods,

filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,

closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:

whining, rearranging the disaligned.

A woman like that is misunderstood.

I have been her kind. [...]

• Her Kind, Anne Sexton

► [...] E conversamos toda a noite,

Enquanto a Via-Láctea, como um pálio aberto,

Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,

Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto. [...]

► [...] E eu vos direi: "Amai para entendê-las!

Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido

Capaz de ouvir e e de entender estrelas".

• Ora (Direis) Ouvir Estrelas!, Olavo Bilac

► [...] So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish.

• Be Drunk, Charles Baudelaire

► [...] Dorme, ó anjo de amor! no teu silêncio

O meu peito se afoga de ternura...

E sinto que o porvir não vale um beijo

E o céu um teu suspiro de ventura [...]

• Quando, à Noite, no Leito Perfumado, Álvares de Azevedo

► [...] So we could rave on, darling, you and I,

until the stars tick out a lullaby

about each cosmic pro and con;

nothing changes, for all the blazing of

our drastic jargon, but clock hands that move

implacably from twelve to one. [...]

• Love Is A Parallax, Sylvia Plath

► [...] And back behind those smiling lips,

And down within those laughing eyes,

And underneath the soft caress

Of hand and voice and purring sighs,

The shadow of the panther lurks,

The spirit of the vampire lies. [...]

• The White Witch, James Weldon Johnson

► [...] Should sorrow cloud thy coming years,

And bathe thy happiness in tears,

Remember, though we’re doom’d to part,

There lives one fond and faithful heart,

That will forget thee not.

• Forget Me Not, Ann Plato

► [...] Look, we are not unspectacular things.

We’ve come this far, survived this much.

What would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?

• Dead Stars, Ada Limón