...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ...
(Sá de Miranda)
EARLY MORNING BLOGS1694
- Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,Whose flocks supply him with attire;Whose trees in summer yield shade,In winter, fire.Blest, who can unconcern'dly findHours, days, and years, slide soft awayIn health of body, peace of mind,Quiet by day.Sound sleep by night; study and easeTogether mixed; sweet recreation,And innocence, which most does pleaseWith meditation.Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;Thus unlamented let me die;Steal from the world, and not a stoneTell where I lie.
© José Pacheco Pereira