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"The house was quiet and the world was calm"

"The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom the book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there".

Wallace Stevens


"(...)
Mas tu não mereces esta cidade não mereces
esta roda de náusea em que giramos
até à idiotia
esta pequena morte
e o seu minucioso e porco ritual
esta nossa razão absurda de ser

Não tu és da cidade aventureira
da cidade onde o amor encontra as suas ruas
e o cemitério ardente
da sua morte
tu és da cidade onde vives por um fio
de puro acaso
onde morres ou vives não de asfixia
mas às mãos de uma aventura de um comércio puro
sem a moeda falsa do bem e do mal

Nesta curva tão terna e lancinante
que vai ser que já é o teu desaparecimento
digo-te adeus
e como um adolescente
tropeço de ternura
por ti"

"Um Adeus Português" (exc)- Alexandre O'Neill