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

3 comments:

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.
Parabéns