Gray and sad nature_9345
It was the blue sky, the green field, the land
dark.
It was the flesh of the trees, elastic and hard,
It was the drops of blood from the resin
And the leaves on which the light breaks.
Were the paths in a slow going,
Were the hands deep in the wind
It was the free and luminous call
From the wing of fugitive spaces.
It was the pines where the sky rests,
It was the weight and it was the color of each thing,
Your stillness, secretly alive,
Your affirmative exaltation.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
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Natureza cinzenta e triste
Era o céu azul, o campo verde, a terra
Sombrio.
Era a carne das árvores, elástica e dura,
Foram as gotas de sangue da resina
E as folhas nas quais a luz irrompe.
Os caminhos estavam indo devagar,
Foram as mãos profundamente no vento
Foi a chamada gratuita e luminosa
Da asa de espaços fugitivos.
Foram os pinheiros onde o céu repousa,
Era o peso e era a cor de cada coisa,
Sua quietude, secretamente viva,
Sua exaltação afirmativa.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Gray and sad nature_9345
It was the blue sky, the green field, the land
dark.
It was the flesh of the trees, elastic and hard,
It was the drops of blood from the resin
And the leaves on which the light breaks.
Were the paths in a slow going,
Were the hands deep in the wind
It was the free and luminous call
From the wing of fugitive spaces.
It was the pines where the sky rests,
It was the weight and it was the color of each thing,
Your stillness, secretly alive,
Your affirmative exaltation.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
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Natureza cinzenta e triste
Era o céu azul, o campo verde, a terra
Sombrio.
Era a carne das árvores, elástica e dura,
Foram as gotas de sangue da resina
E as folhas nas quais a luz irrompe.
Os caminhos estavam indo devagar,
Foram as mãos profundamente no vento
Foi a chamada gratuita e luminosa
Da asa de espaços fugitivos.
Foram os pinheiros onde o céu repousa,
Era o peso e era a cor de cada coisa,
Sua quietude, secretamente viva,
Sua exaltação afirmativa.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen