quarta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2009

Falling tree

Falling - Julee Cruise

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

The Fallen Tree

I passed along a mountain road,
Which led me through a wooded glen,
Remote from dwelling or abode
And ordinary haunts of men;
And wearied from the dust and heat.
Beneath a tree, I found a seat.

The tree, a tall majestic spruce,
Which had, perhaps for centuries,
Withstood, without a moment’s truce,
The wing-ed warfare of the breeze;
A monarch of the solitude,
Which well might grace the noblest wood.

Beneath its cool and welcome shade,
Protected from the noontide rays,
The birds amid its branches played
And caroled forth their twittering praise;
A squirrel perched upon a limb
And chattered with loquacious vim.

E’er yet that selfsame week had sped,
On my return, I sought its shade;
But where it reared its form, instead;
A fallen monarch I surveyed,
Prostrate and broken on the ground,
Nor longer cast its shade around.

Uprooted and disheveled, there
The monarch of the forest lay;
As if in desolate despair
Its last resistance fell away,
And overwhelmed, in evil hour
Went down before the tempest’s power.

Such are the final works of fate;
The birds to other branches flew;
And man, whatever his estate,
Must face that same mutation, too!
To-day, I stand erect and tall,
The morrow—may record my fall.

Alfred Castner King


Anónimo disse...

A bonita melodia suaviza o impacto chocante de troncos de árvore tombados.É uma realidade que faz parte dos cenários campestres.
Nesta fotografia,do ponto de vista estético,encontro beleza nesses troncos.

VT disse...

Um grande abraço de agradecimento à FC pela excelente escolha - conseguindo sempre encontrar os poemas mais apropriados... e a RP pela observação correctíssima.
De facto esta foto foi colhida por factores unicamente estéticos, mas (como nos alerta o poema) a alternância faz parte da Vida. Após as tempestades haverá sempre bonança.
Bem hajam