Um pouco mais de Sylvia

Sylvia Plath, tal como o Langston Hughes, o Quintana e o Drummond, têm um lugar muito especial na minha estante. Vários foram os momentos da minha vida em que eles tiveram um papel fundamental, emprestando sua poesia para pano de fundo de uma vida conturbada e repleta de experiências no mínimo didáticas.

Segue outro dos poemas da Senhorita Plath que estranhamente fez todo o sentido em uma semana de caos.

I am vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
so that March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my shareof Ahs and spectacularly painted,
unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more starling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars.
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most prefectly resemble them-
thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
and I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have
time for me.

In: PLATH, Sylvia. Crossing the water. New York, Harper Perennial, 1971, p.12.

*** "Deixa estar", Los Hermanos.