ABRUPTO

09:51 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS 206 / O ABRUPTO FEITO PELOS SEUS LEITORES

Hoje todo o “early morning” é de autoria de Fernando Almeida e Costa, a que agradeço a colaboração.

Composed upon Westminster Bridge

EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

"Numa manhã do início do sec.XIX, William Wordsworth viajava com a sua irmã Dorothy, de Londres para Calais. Era ainda muito cedo quando atravessaram a Westminster Bridge, e a visão matinal da cidade e do rio tocou-os profundamente.

Dorothy escrevia magnificamente e, nos seus diários - que foram publicados - surge a seguinte descrição [Journal July 31, 1802]:

"It was a beautiful morning. The city, St. Paul's, with the river, and a multitude of little boats, made a most beautiful sight as we crossed Westminster Bridge. The houses were not overhung by their cloud of smoke, and they were spread out endlessly, yet the sun shone so brightly, with such a fierce light; that there was something like the purity of one of nature's own grand spectacles."

Wordsworth parece que não gostava particularmente de cidades, demasiado sujas, complexas e perigosas. Mas escreveu um belíssimo soneto sobre esse instante em que o coração poderoso e perigoso de Londres está ainda adormecido.

Na "early morning" da Londres de hoje é possível ter uma experiência, apesar de tudo, muito semelhante. "