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sexta-feira, setembro 22, 2006
Prayer Before Birth ; 9:33 da tarde



[I love this poem. Adrian took it to class once. It's beautiful]

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.


~Louis MacNeice~

publicada por sancie  # 9:33 da tarde
Comentários:
wonderful! amazing!

*giving a standing ovation*

*aplause, aplause*

One can always count on you to educate our minds...(you're so mind-provitable!)

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# publicada por Blogger joana : 12:12 da manhã
 
so lovely :)

i think i missed this class because otherwise i'm sure i would remember having read it.

(i really need english classes badly again. not sure if what i wrote is gramatically correct. lol.)

big kiss*
# publicada por Blogger sahara : 12:46 da manhã
 
:) "we were but stones, your light made us stars"...reminded me of the song =) it is a nice poem, indeed...too bad i just don't like adrian =P

take care =) ************
# publicada por Blogger marina : 11:05 da tarde
 
oh dont't say that...he's so sweet :) in an obscure way but still... sweet. hehe :P *
# publicada por Blogger sahara : 3:10 da manhã
 
marina rather have itchy for a teacher. at least we laguh a lot more, with all the gestures and sayings and stories and clothings... and heckles underwear!
# publicada por Blogger joana : 11:44 da manhã
 
LOL

yeah, but u also have to put up with the squicky voice :P

I stand with xary on this, adrian is adorable, if somewhat peculiar. :P
# publicada por Blogger sancie : 11:49 da manhã
 
parece q oiço a voz dele a ler isto... ai q saudades..

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# publicada por Blogger Marroky : 8:56 da manhã
 
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