Blue!


Roma, Fevereiro de 2007

Desta vez não passei na Piazza di Spagna... mas escutei Keats novamente, do outro lado da Via dei Fori Imperiali. A mesma personagem, a caneca desta vez azul, a mesma miséria, um ano e meio depois. Do outro lado da larga avenida seguem as obras de restauração de um glorioso passado.

ANSWER TO A SONNET ENDING THUS:
Dark eyes are dearer far
Than orbs that mock the hyacinthine bell -
J.H.Reynolds

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain
Of Cynthia, the wide palace of the sun,
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,
The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey and dun.
Blue! 'Tis the life of waters - Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark blue nativeness.
Blue! Gentle cousin to the forest-green,
Married to green in all the sweetest flowers -
Forget-me-not, the blue-bell, and, that queen
Of secrecy, the violet. What strange powers
Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great,
When in an eye thou art, alive with fate!

John Keats


Roma, Out. 2005