"Good madam, stay awhile, I will be faithful"

"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."

Shakespeare, Hamlet

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A mais bela poesia nem sempre é versada nos poemas de renome, por vezes esta extrapola para belas melodias, como é o caso do exemplo que se segue neste texto da autoria de uma banda escandinava. Não sei porquê mas esta letra tem aparecido nas minhas cogitações nos últimos tempos...

"I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

Did I really see you
Or was it a dream?
Dreaming that it was seamless
Not a trace of wrong

Wrong words that we have spoken
Little did we know
No bigotry, No tears shed
Oh if...
Only you'd try to be polite
Thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind

But ironically you will always be
Belle of the ball at least to me

I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

But my words are frail
Not audible they do
Not even convince me
Perhaps they are untrue

Truly with you the worst is always true
I gave you all the benefits
Of all the doubts I had
Never hoped to be as benign as me

Funny how you always get through
But ironically you will always be
Belle of the ball at least to me"

Momento de poesia

Identifico-me bastante com este poema que hoje relembrei e que venho, assim, partilhar com todos.

William Butler Yeats - He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.