sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2011

Image-making love

Always
at the core of me
burns a small flame of anger, gnawing
from trespassed contacts, from hot, digging-in fingers of love.

Always
in the eyes of those who loved me well
I have seen at last the image of whom they loved
and took for me,
mistook for me.

And always
it was a pretty monkey that resembled me
and was a gibe at me.

So now I want above all things
to preserve my nakedness
from the gibe and finger-clutch of image-making love.

D. H. Lawrence in Imagist Poetry, Penguin Books, 1972

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