quarta-feira, janeiro 28, 2004

 

Paracelsus

by Robert Browning

For me, I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way.
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light led in by death,
That life was blotted out--not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again. All which, indeed,
Is foolish, and only means--the flesh I wear,
The earth I tread, are not more clear to me
Than my belief, explained to you or no.

E eu vi a certidão de casamento, dele e da minha darling Elizabeth Barrett, na igreja de Marylebone, pertinho do Regent's Park.

Ah, sim, meninas, se vocês acham que isso soa familiar: é o texto de abertura de "The Field where I died", da quarta temporada de X-Files. É o que acontece quando o astro da série é doutor em Literatura Inglesa.

posted by Viviane at 3:31:00 PM