THE ACT
There were the roses, in the rain.
Don't cut them, I pleaded.
They won't last, she said.
But they're so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.
W. C. Williams
Ali estavam as rosas, à chuva.
Supliquei-lhe, não as cortes.
Não vão durar muito, disse ela.
Mas são lindas
ali onde estão.
Ora, respondeu, todos nós já fomos lindos,
e cortou-as e pôs-mas
na mão.
(Trad. A.M.)
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