Thursday, June 22, 2006

pequeno gafanhoto... little grasshopper...

On the Grasshopper and Cricket

The poetry of earth is never dead:

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

John Keats


M.P. said...

BEAUTIFUL!!! I carry on saying .. YOU'RE LUCKY! Love poem and pics!

claudia said...

I had never realized that grasshoppers could be such fragile, cute little things. Superb pics and the poem is lovely too. Loved your post, as usual! bjs

Anonymous said...

Tem "ar " astuto!
Todo o cuidado é pouco...
será que anda alguma fêmea por perto?!
Linda foto.Mais uma para a colecção.