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Now Is Past – John Clare Julho 13, 2008

Filed under: John Clare,poetry — looking4good @ 3:47 pm
Wood Strawberries photo uploaded in flickr by nobabe

Now is past – the happy now
When we together roved
Beneath the wildwood’s oak-tree bough
And Nature said we loved.
Winter’s blast
The now since then has crept between,
And left us both apart.
Winters that withered all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Now is past.

Now is past since last we met
Beneath the hazel bough;
Before the evening sun was set
Her shadow stretched below.
Autumn’s blast
Has stained and blighted every bough;
Wild strawberries like her lips
Have left the mosses green below,
Her bloom’s upon the hips.
Now is past.

Now is past, is changed agen,
The woods and fields are painted new.
Wild strawberries which both gathered then,
None know now where they grew.
The skys oercast.
Wood strawberries faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
Now is past.

John Clare (b. 13 July 1793 – d. 20 May 1864)

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Now Is Past – John Clare

Filed under: John Clare,poetry — looking4good @ 3:47 pm
Wood Strawberries photo uploaded in flickr by nobabe

Now is past – the happy now
When we together roved
Beneath the wildwood’s oak-tree bough
And Nature said we loved.
Winter’s blast
The now since then has crept between,
And left us both apart.
Winters that withered all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Now is past.

Now is past since last we met
Beneath the hazel bough;
Before the evening sun was set
Her shadow stretched below.
Autumn’s blast
Has stained and blighted every bough;
Wild strawberries like her lips
Have left the mosses green below,
Her bloom’s upon the hips.
Now is past.

Now is past, is changed agen,
The woods and fields are painted new.
Wild strawberries which both gathered then,
None know now where they grew.
The skys oercast.
Wood strawberries faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
Now is past.

John Clare (b. 13 July 1793 – d. 20 May 1864)

 

Agora é Passado – John Clare

Filed under: John Clare,poesia — looking4good @ 3:39 pm

Agora é passado – o feliz agora
Quando junto caminhámos
Sob o ramo do carvalho da floresta
E a natureza disse que nos amávamos.
A rajada do Inverno
O agora desde então rastejou
Por entre nós e separou-nos.
Invernos que murcharam todo o verde
Gelaram o bater do coração.
Agora é passado.

Agora é passado desde que por último nos encontrámos
Sob o ramo da aveleira;
Antes que o sol da tarde se pusesse
A sombra dela estendeu-se sobre a terra.
A rajada do Outono
Manchou e definhou cada ramo;
Morangos silvestres como os lábios dela
Deixaram os musgos verdes do chão
E a flor que ela tinha sobre as ancas.
Agora é passado.

Agora é passado, mudado e envelhecido,
As florestas e os campos estão pintados de novo.
Morangos silvestres que ambos colhemos então,
Nenhum de nós sabe agora onde cresciam.
O céu está nublado
Os morangos desapareceram da entrada da floresta
Todas as folhas verdes se tornaram amarelas;
Adelaide já não percorre os caminhos da floresta,
O amor verdadeiro não tem com quem deitar-se.
Agora é passado.

Trad. Cecília Rego Pinheiro
in Rosa do Mundo 2001 Poemas para o Futuro, Assírio & Alvim

John Clare (n. Helpston, 13 Jul 1793 – m. 20 May 1864)

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