Uma
Arte
A
arte de perder não é difícil de dominar;
muitas
coisas parecem plenas de propósito
de
se perderem, nenhum desastre haverá.
Perca
algo cada dia. Aceite o agitar
das
chaves perdidas, a hora desperdiçada.
A
arte de perder não é difícil de dominar.
Então
pratique perder mais, logo perder:
lugares,
nomes, e para onde pretendia
viajar.
Nenhum desastre a acontecer.
Perdi
o relógio de mamãe. Veja! pra terminar
ou
quase: de três amadas casas passadas.
A
arte de perder não é difícil de dominar.
Perdi
duas cidades, amadas. E mais ainda
alguns
reinos possui, dois rios, um continente.
Sinto
falta deles, mas em desastre não finda.
Mesmo
te perdendo (a voz risonha, o gesto
que
amo) não desisto. É evidente
que
a arte de perder não é tão difícil
apesar
de parecer (escreva aí!) um desastre.
trad.
livre by LdeM
...
One
Art
The
art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth
Bishop
…
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de Horácio Costa
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