Pierre
Bonnard entrava
no
museu com um tubo de tinta
no
bolso e um pincel de marta.
Depois
violando a integridade
de
uma das suas molduras
dava
uma pincelada de escarlate
na
pele de uma flor.
Assim
te parei eu
à
porta esta manhã
e,
passando o indicador pela língua, removi
uma
migalha invisível
dos
teus lábios escarlates. Como se
no
ritual da despedida
tivesse
de mostrar que ainda me pertencias.
Como
se a correcção fosse
a
forma de amor mais pura.
Pierre Bonnard would enter
the museum with a tube of paint
in his pocket and a sable brush.
Then violating the sanctity
of one of his own frames
he'd add a stroke of vermilion
to the skin of a flower.
Just so I stopped you
at the door this morning
and licking my index finger, removed
an invisible crumb
from your vermilion mouth. As if
at the ritual moment of departure
I had to show you still belonged to
me.
As if revision were
the purest form of love.
The colour vermilion
comes from the mineral cinnabar and was popular in the Middle Ages, used
frequently in the colorization of illuminated manuscripts. The Chinese also favoured
Vermilion for their lacquerware. Linda Pastan's Vermilion is a powerful and
moving poem that speaks to the human desire for passion and purpose. The vivid
imagery and language used by Pastan create a sense of longing and hopelessness
in the reader, while also inspiring a sense of determination and hope. This is
a timeless poem that will continue to resonate with readers for generations to
come, as we all struggle to find meaning and purpose in our lives.
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