Fragmentos

Some Months Ago

Some months ago I went out early
to pay
    my last respects to earth
                farewell earth
      ocean farewell
lean eucalyptus with nude gray skin
                farewell

    Hill rain
pouring from a rockpierced cloud
hill rain from the wounds of mist
                farewell

See the mountainpeaks gather
clouds from the sky
shake new bright flakes from the mist
                farewell

Hedgerows hung with web and dew
that disappear at a touch
    like snail eyes
                farewell
To a bird only this
                farewell
and he hopped away to peck dew
from a ground web
    spider running out of her tunnel to see
to whom I said
                farewell
and she sat still on her heavy webs

I closed up all the natural throats of the earth
and cut my ties with every natural heart
and saying farewell
    stepped out into the great open
— A. R. Ammons

Logo no início do blog, fiz a minha personal mission statement. Hoje, tendo chegado à idade cristológica, reduzo o meu programa de vida aos quatro versos finais do poema de Ammons: fechar todas as gargantas da Terra, cortar todas as ligações com todo o coração humano, e murmurando "adeus," saltar para o Grande Abismo.