quarta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2011

Edgar Allan Poe

Há exatos 201 anos atrás, no dia 19 de janeiro de 1809, nascia edgar Allan Poe.
Mestre dos contos de mistério e horror!
Mestre na arte de escrever sobre o sombrio, o macabro, o assustador!
Uma singela homenagem a um dos meus maiores ídolos literários.
Deixo com vocês um belo exemplo da magnitude de Edgar Allan Poe...

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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