OPINIÕES
Sábado, 9 de Abril de 2005
Bond, Girl Bond

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ALIGN=JUSTIFY>Gosto muito de James Bond, mesmo dos filmes em que se reconhece pouca originalidade à aventura ou em que temos de aturar 007 na pele do canastrão do Timothy Dalton - e mesmo Roger Moore. Por mim, podíamos ficar com Sean Connery e Pierce Brosnan.

ALIGN=JUSTIFY>Neste momento, quando ainda não há fumo branco sobre o novo Bond, mantém-se um pesado silêncio sobre as companhias de 007 - as que asseguram o final touch a cada um dos filmes Bond (quem não se lembra de Ursula Andress a sair da água?).

ALIGN=JUSTIFY>À falta de notícias, contentamo-nos com uma rápida viagem pela internet, onde é possível descobrir tudo sobre elas (há sites que garantem a descrição de cenas, com fotografias a acompanhar, ou que resumem brevemente as personagens). Divertido é poder descobrir "What Kind of Bond Girl Are You?", um inquérito que pode ser respondido também por eles. Com tanta sensualidade em carne viva, a Playboy não podia deixar de se associar a 007 - e às Bond Girls, claro. Não se esperem fotos, num site em que se prova que a revista mais conhecida em todo o mundo também é uma revista (para) intelectual: ilustrações, artigos de famosos. E apenas duas "covers" em 50 anos.



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Terça-feira, 5 de Abril de 2005
POESIA NO CINEMA

ALIGN=JUSTIFY>Para os curiosos, fica aqui uma selecção das poesias que marcaram alguns dos filmes por onde passaram, ou então filmes que tiveram o condão de gravar essas poesias na nossa memória.


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SIZE=1>Satan in his Original Glory: `Thou wast Perfect till Iniquity was Found in Thee'
WILLIAM BLAKE, c.1805




COLOR=#E90909>THE FLY (1793)
de William Blake (1757-1827)


Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Blade Runner” (1982), de Ridley Scott



COLOR=#E90909>THE TYGER (1794)
de William Blake (1757-1827)


Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Blade Runner” (1982), de Ridley Scott In “The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys” (2002), de Peter Care



COLOR=#E90909>TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG
de A. E. Housman (1859-1936)


The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder high-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It whithers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echos fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Out of Africa” (1985), de Sydney Pollack



COLOR=#E90909>WHEN YOU ARE OLD
de W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)


When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Peggy Sue Got Married” (1986), de Francis Ford Coppola



COLOR=#E90909>SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED, GLADLY BEYOND
de E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Hanna and Her Sisters” (1986), de Woody Allen



COLOR=#E90909>BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH
de Emily Dickinson (1830-86)


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Crimes and Misdemeanors” (1989), de Woody Allen



COLOR=#E90909>O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
de Walt Whitman (1819-1892)


O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain!
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Hear Captain! Dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has your pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shore, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Dead Poets Society” (1989), de Peter Weir



COLOR=#E90909>THE PANTHER
de Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)


From seeing the bars, his seeing is so exhausted
that it no longer holds anything anymore.
To him the world is bars, a hundred thousand
bars, and behind the bars, nothing.

The lithe swinging of that rhythmical easy stride
which circles down to the tiniest hub
is like a dance of energy around a point
in which a great will stands stunned and numb.

Only at times the curtains of the pupil rise
without a sound . . . then a shape enters,
slips though the tightened silence of the shoulders,
reaches the heart, and dies.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Awakenings” (1990), de Penny Marshall



COLOR=#E90909>SNOW IN MADRID
de Joy Gresham


Softly so casual
Lovely so light
So light
The cruel sky lets fall something
One does not fight
Men, before perishing, see with unwounded eye for once
A gentle thing falls from the sky.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Shadowlands” (1993), de Richard Attenborough



COLOR=#E90909>FUNERAL BLUES
de W. H. Auden (1907-73)


Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Four Weddings and a Funeral” (1994), de Mike Newell



COLOR=#E90909>ME GUSTAS CUANCO CALLAS
de Pablo Neruda (1904-73)


Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.

Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Il Postino” (1994), de Michael Radford



COLOR=#E90909>HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS
de Emily Dickinson (1830-86)


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Quiz Show” (1994), de Robert Redford



COLOR=#E90909>AS I WALKED OUT ONE EVENING
de W. H. Auden (1907-73)


As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Afica meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.

"I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you
You cannot conquer Time.

"In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

"Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

"O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer
And Jill goes down on her back."

"O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless."

"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Before Sunrise” (1995), de Richard Linklater



Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you. You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me
Don't you know me by now

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Before Sunrise” (1995), de Richard Linklater



COLOR=#E90909>SILENCE
de Thomas Hood (1799-1845)


There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave
under the deep, deep sea,

Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d
no life treads silently,

But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,

Though the dun fox or wild hyæna calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “The Piano” (1993), de Jane Campion



COLOR=#E90909>DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
de Dylan Thomas (1914-53)


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Dangerous Minds” (1995), de John N. Smith



COLOR=#E90909>AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE
de William Blake (1757-1827)


To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
(...)

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Dead Man” (1995), de Jim Jarmusch In “In The Bedroom” (2001), de Todd Field In “Lara Croft: Tomb Raider” (2001), de Simon West



COLOR=#E90909>LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY
de Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)


The fountains mingle with the river
and the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “In & Out” (1997), de Frank Oz



COLOR=#E90909>SELF-PITY
de D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)


I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “G.I. Jane” (1997), de Ridley Scott



COLOR=#E90909>ANTIGONISH
de Hughes Mearns (1875-1965)


As I was walking down the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh I wish he'd go away!

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Velvet Goldmine” (1998), de Todd Haynes



COLOR=#E90909>SONETO XVII
Pablo Neruda (1904-73)


No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece
y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Patch Adams” (1998), de Tom Shadyac



COLOR=#E90909>KATERINA’S POEM


"I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate the way you stare
I hate your big combat boots
and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate the way you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
and even more when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly I hate it that I don't hate you
not even close,
not a little bit,
not even at all."

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “10 Things I Hate About You” (1999), de Gil Junger



COLOR=#E90909>RESUME
de Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)


Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Girl, Interrupted” (1999), de James Mangold



COLOR=#E90909>IGNORANCE
de Philip Larkin (1922-85)


Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Holy Smoke” (1999), de Jane Campion



COLOR=#E90909>DOVER BEACH (1867)
de Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)


The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!

Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Agean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “The Anniversary Party” (2001), de Alan Cumming e Jennifer Jason Leigh



COLOR=#E90909>TO HIS COY MISTRESS
de Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)


Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “25th Hour” (2002), de Spike Lee



COLOR=#E90909>AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION
de Dylan Thomas (1914-53)


And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Solaris” (2002), de Steven Soderbergh



COLOR=#E90909>WE NEVER KNOW HOW HIGH WE ARE
de Emily Dickinson (1830-86)


We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies

The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Seabiscuit” (2003), de Gary Ross



COLOR=#E90909>STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
de Robert Frost (1874-1963)


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Dreamcatcher” (2003), de Lawrence Kasdan



COLOR=#E90909>THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE
de Elinor Wylie (1885-1928)


Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock.

The huddled warmth of crowds
Begets and fosters hate;
He keeps above the clouds
His cliff inviolate.

When flocks are folded warm,
And herds to shelter run,
He sails above the storm,
He stares into the sun.

If in the eagle's track
Your sinews cannot leap,
Avoid the lathered pack,
Turn from the steaming sheep.

If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole:
Go burrow underground.

And there hold intercourse
With roots of trees and stones,
With rivers at their source,
And disembodied bones.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “American Splendor” (2003), de Shari Springer Berman e Robert Pulcini



COLOR=#E90909>THE SORROW OF LOVE (r.1925)
de W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)


The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Sylvia” (2003), de Christine Jeffs



COLOR=#E90909>LA TIERRA GIRÓ PARA ACERCARNOS
de Eugenio Montejo (1938)

La tierra giró para acercarnos,
giró sobre sí misma y en nosotros,
hasta juntarnos por fin en este sueño,
como fue escrito en el Simposio.
Pasaron noches, nieves y solsticios;
pasó el tiempo en minutos y milenios.
Una carreta que iba para Nínive
llegó a Nebraska.
Un gallo cantó lejos del mundo,
en la previda a menos mil de nuestros padres.
La tierra giró musicalmente
llevándonos a bordo;
no cesó de girar un solo instante,
como si tanto amor, tanto milagro
sólo fuera un adagio hace mucho ya escrito
entre las partituras del Simposio.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “21 Grams” (2003), de Alejandro González Iñárritu



COLOR=#E90909>TO HELEN
de Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)


Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “The Ladykillers” (2004), Joel e Ethan Coen



COLOR=#E90909>L'ALBATROS
de Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)


Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Un Long Dimanche de Fiançailles” (2004), de Jean-Pierre Jeunet



COLOR=#E90909>ELOISA TO ABELARD
de Alexander Pope (1688-1744)


(...)

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.

Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,

For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.

(...)

COLOR=#AAAAAA>In “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” (2004), de Michel Gondry
























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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