TERESA ESTA PROVA DE AMIZADE FICA GUARDADA NO MEU JARDIM, OU SEJA, COMO DIZ VIRGINIA WOOLF: "IN 'A ROOM OF ONE'S OWM'". MUITO OBRIGADA.
NÃO RESISTI E TROUXE TAMBÉM COMIGO O POEMA DE SYLVIA PLATH QUE A TERESA TEVE A AMABILIDADE DE PUBLICAR NO SEU BLOG BAUMGARTL.
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floraL
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
