quarta-feira, março 26, 2008

116 anos sem Walt Whitman


Ao fim de quase dezanove anos...
este verso ainda hoje ecoa no meu imaginário!

Um grande poeta e um grande
filme!!
Eis a minha modesta homenagem...






O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!

I.
O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we
sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people are
exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim
and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
Leave you not the little spot,
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


II.
O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle
trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the
shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager
faces turning;
O captain! dear father!
This arm I push beneath you;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


III.
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and
still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor
will:
But the ship, the ship is anchor'd safe, its voyage
closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with
object won:
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,
Walk the spot my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


Walt Whitman
(1865)





Carpe Diem
:-)

4 comentários:

Ana disse...

Amo de paixão este filme;)
adoro a cena do cobertor!

Lindo:)

Rui disse...

Este filme tem uma mensagem poderosa... Um abanar de consciências!
A cena do cobertor de que falas é das minhas preferidas... É a demonstração de que todos temos dentro de nós um enorme potencial que muitas vezes não desenvolvemos ou desdenhamos... até que aparece algo ou alguém que nos faz despertar com um "clic"... ;-)

Desde que vi este filme no cinema nunca mais esqueci as suas mensagens emblemáticas. :-) Espectacular!

Berta disse...

este filme... hmmm ;)

"We don't read poetry because it's cute. We read poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion."

"But poetry, beauty, romance, love....those are what we stay alive for."

"That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse."

"What will your verse be?"

beijocas :)

Rui disse...

:-)

Este filme está repleto de outras cenas absolutamente deliciosas... para além daquelas já referidas aqui.

O diálogo ao almoço entre Keating e o outro professor da "Velha Guarda"...
- “Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams. / I’ll show you a happy man.”
- “Only in their dreams can men truly free. / ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be…”
- Tennyson?
- No. Keating.



A conversa entre Kaeting e alguns dos seus alunos no jardim quando estes lhe mostram o seu livro de curso...
(...)
- You see, we would gather at the old Indian cave and take turns reading Thoreau, Whitman, Shelley. The "biggies"! Even some of our own verse. And in the enchantment of the moment we’d let poetry work its magic.
- You mean, it was a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?
- No, Mr. Overstreet, it wasn’t just “guys”. (...) We were Romantics. We didn’t just read poetry, we let drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created...


Um grande filme... ;-)

 
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