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Ano XIII
...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ...
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19.2.04
EARLY MORNING BLOGS 141
Este era o poema marcado no volume de Auden. Não é sobre a manhã, mas tem dentro muitas mannhãs. É sobre como se olha o céu com um só olho e se vê tudo.
Roman Wall Blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
(W. H. Auden)
Este era o poema marcado no volume de Auden. Não é sobre a manhã, mas tem dentro muitas mannhãs. É sobre como se olha o céu com um só olho e se vê tudo.
Roman Wall Blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
(W. H. Auden)
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