sexta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2004

Tennyson

"On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott."
Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott (excertos)

1 comentário:

Carolina Bernardes disse...

Olá,

Estou muito interessada em conhecer melhor a obra de Tennyson. Você conhece algum de seus poemas em português?

Obrigada, Carolina