domingo, julho 05, 2009

No original

Ode to concrete

You'll outlast me, good old concrete,
as I've outlasted, it seems, some men
who had taken me, too, for a kind of street,
citing color of eyes, or mien.

So I praise your inanimate, porous looks
not out of envy but as the next
of kin - less durable, plagued with loose
joints, though still grateful to the architects.

I applaud you humble - to be exact,
meaningless - origins, roar and screech,
fully matched, however, by the abstract
destination, beyond my reach.

It's not that nothing begets its kind
but that the future prefers to court
a date that's resolutely blind
and wrapped in a petrified long skirt.

Iosif Brodskii

Sem comentários: