Silent

When I behold how black immortal ink

Drips from my deathless pen - oh, well-away

Why should we stop at all for what I think

There is enough in what I chance to say

It is enough that once we came together

What if the Wind have turned against the rain?

It is enough that once we came together

Time has seen this and will not turn again

It is enough that once we came together

What is the use of setting it to rhyme

When it is Autumn, do we get Spring weather

Or gather May of harsh northwindish time?

And who are we who know that last intent

To plague tomorrow with a testament?

Observação:

Melodia construída em cima do poema "Silent", de Ezra Pound, poeta norte-americano, 1895-1972).

(Pitangui, MG, 1990)

(Ritmo:Fox)